The happy life of a prodigal

Everyone muttered a few words, took out copper coins from their pockets and threw them on the stage.

"Since you judges love you, then the little old man will continue..."

Seeing the coppers on the ground under his feet, the wrinkles on the old man's face bloomed like chrysanthemums, and he sat down immediately and cleared his throat.

"Let's say that Zhen'er was murdered by a wealthy businessman and thrown down the mouth of the well. She was filled with resentment, and after she died, she turned into a ghost...

He died because of the rich merchant, so he hated the merchant very much, every night, at midnight, he would climb out of the well, climb onto the beds of those merchants, and cut their faces with hairpins..."

............

Fangfu.

As soon as Fang Xiu approached the courtyard, he saw that girl Zhao Yan resting her chin with one hand, wondering what she was thinking.

The expression on Qiao's face changes, sometimes with a sad face, sometimes with a smile on her mouth, and for a moment, tears appear in the corner of her eyes...

Fourteen or fifteen years old is supposed to be the age for a girl to be innocent and innocent. On the earth, she is still an ignorant child, but here she has to worry about marriage.

Fang Xiu couldn't help feeling a sense of sympathy in his heart, and was about to step forward to comfort him.

At this time, the girl suddenly looked over, raised her brows, and said angrily, "What are you looking at!"

The sympathy in Fang Xiu's heart instantly vanished at this moment.

He looked at the girl with a disdainful expression on his face, and said, "I don't know where your confidence comes from..."

The girl was stunned for a moment, followed Fang Xiu's gaze, and looked down.

"you!"

Understanding Fang Xiu's implication, Zhao Yan showed sullen expression, picked up the teacup on the table and threw it over.

Fang Xiu took two steps back and said, "You eat mine, use mine, and even hit me with my teacup, don't you think it's too much?"

Zhao Yan dodged her eyes and said with a guilty conscience, "You owe me this."

Fang Xiu walked two steps closer, looked at the girl, and said, "Even if my servant really beat you and made you live for five days, it should be paid off..."

A blush appeared on Zhao Yan's face, she looked away, and said angrily: "I didn't say I won't give you money, cheapskate!"

Fang Xiu sat down, looked at her, stretched out his hand, and said, "The three meals I ate today cost fifty cents each.

The blue bricks that were crushed during sword practice yesterday cost two coins each.

And the teacup that was smashed just now is counted as ten taels of silver.

Added together, the total is ten taels and 310 Wen, pay back the money! "

The girl said angrily: "A broken teacup is worth ten taels of silver!?"

Fang Xiu said: "Have you ever seen the broken teacups fired by official kilns in the Wei and Jin Dynasties?"

The girl looked down, and saw the words 'Zhengyuan Nianzhi' faintly visible in a pile of debris.

Zhengyuan is the reign title of the current emperor when he ascended the throne. It has been 29 years ago and has nothing to do with the Wei and Jin Dynasties...

"You are extorting!"

The girl looked unconvinced.

Fang Xiu looked at her and said with a smile, "That's right, it's extortion."

"you!"

The girl clenched her fists tightly and bit her lower lip lightly.

After a while, she finally lowered her head and whispered softly: "I was wrong..."

The corners of Fang Xiu's mouth were slightly raised, and he turned his head sideways, and asked, "What did you say? I didn't hear clearly..."

The girl gritted her teeth: "Don't go too far!"

Fang Xiu showed a heartbroken expression on his face, clutching his chest, and looked at the pile of debris on the ground.

"A teacup made in the official kiln of the Wei and Jin Dynasties..."

The girl took a deep breath, resisted the urge to draw the sword, and gritted her teeth: "I was wrong..."

"If it's useful to admit your mistakes, what do you need the Yamen in Kyoto for?"

Chong——!

A crisp sword chirping sounded.

Fang Xiu was startled, took two steps back, and said, "The matter of silver is easy to discuss, don't be impulsive."

Holding the sword, the girl asked, "How much is that teacup worth?"

Fang Xiu thought for a while and said, "Ten taels."

Seeing that the girl's eyes became unfriendly again, Fang Xiu hastily changed his words: "But because of our friendship in brothels together, I will save you this little money."

The young girl blushed to the base of her ears, and said angrily, "Whoever goes shopping with you in brothels is shameless..."

Fang Xiu took two steps closer, carefully pushed the edge of the sword aside, and said, "The money can be waived, but I have a condition..."

Chapter 21 The Ghost in White

The girl asked: "What conditions?"

Fang Xiu took two steps closer and whispered in her ear: "Tomorrow's time..."

Feeling the man's hot breath, the girl's pretty face flushed, she jumped away like a frightened rabbit, and said angrily: "Dengtuzi! Don't think about it, I won't let you succeed in my death!"

Fang Xiu looked puzzled and asked, "What are you thinking about?"

The girl looked at him, her beautiful eyes seemed to breathe fire, she gritted her teeth and said, "At midnight, what do you want to do, do you pretend that I don't know?"

Fang Xiu looked at the girl with a strange look, and said, "I haven't finished talking yet, why worry, come here..."

The girl turned her face: "I don't!"

Fang Xiu looked down at the fragments on the ground: "Wei and Jin official kilns..."

"enough!"

The girl blushed, walked up to Fang Xiu's side, and said, "Tell me..."

This time, Fang Xiu kept a certain distance, and said softly: "Tomorrow, there are a few shops in the south of the city, you first..."

At first, the girl's face still had an expression of indifference, but after a while, the expression gradually changed.

She looked at Fang Xiu with disdain in her eyes, and said, "I wouldn't do such a lowly thing!"

Fang Xiu sighed, lowered his head again, and looked at the debris on the ground.

Before he could open his mouth, he heard the girl's firm voice: "The big deal is to pay you back ten taels of silver. There is no need to discuss this matter."

Fang Xiu looked at her, and after a while, he sighed and said, "After the matter is completed, I will take out half of the money and give porridge to the poor people, okay?"

The girl thought for a while and asked, "Is this considered stealing from the rich and giving to the poor?"

Fang Xiu nodded seriously: "Forget it!"

The girl hesitated for a moment, then whispered: "Only this time, when I pay you back..."

............

South of the city, tile city.

When the old man talked about the wonderful things, all the audience listening to the book, no matter men, women, old or young, held their breaths and did not dare to make a sound.

At this time, a little girl seemed to see something, her face was pale, she stretched out her finger, and screamed in vain: "Ghost!"

"hiss--"

After the girl screamed, a man behind him suddenly jumped up from his seat, knocked his knees on the stool, squatted down quickly, hugged his knees and inhaled.

The others looked in the direction of the girl's finger, and it turned out that it was just a black cat that jumped on the table and ate...

"Little girl, what are you yelling for?"

The man glared at the girl, grinned in pain, and his tone was full of complaints.

He was fascinated by the story just now.

Zhen'er turned into a female ghost in white clothes, but the businessman didn't know it, lying on the bed, when he opened his eyes, he saw a bloody face.

Thinking of this scene, he felt a little trembling in his heart.

Suddenly hearing the girl's ghostly cry, he almost lost his soul in fright, the hairs all over his body stood on end, and he subconsciously jumped up.

"That's right, listen to the story carefully, don't yell!"

"Old man, keep talking, the businessman got cut in the face by Zhen'er, what happened afterwards..."

There were a few men sitting around the big man, who were also taken aback by the scream just now, and when they recovered, they all urged him.

The old storyteller was also quite frightened by the screams, he tremblingly picked up his teacup, took a sip, collected himself, and said, "Although Zhen'er got her revenge, but the grievance is too heavy, every seven years Will crawl out of the well, and do harm to one side...

Coincidentally, tomorrow will be seven years ago, when Zhen'er was born..."

............

South of the city, Spring Breeze Tower.

The shopkeeper looked at the deserted street, sighed, and told the boy: "Er Niu, close up."

The boy looked at his shopkeeper in surprise, and asked, "Shopkeeper, it's not dark yet..."

"It's not dark, and no one will come..."

The shopkeeper showed a trace of loneliness on his face, and walked towards the backyard while talking: "In the past two days, there have been fewer and fewer customers. If this continues, it's better to close the door as soon as possible."

The boy looked at the shopkeeper's back and shook his head.

I don't know where the news came out, saying that a female ghost in white clothes is about to appear in the south of the city. Every midnight, she will crawl out of the well and take people's lives.

However, among the streets in the south of the city, there is only an ancient well at the entrance of their restaurant.

These days of commotion, the shops in the vicinity are in panic.

Although it is nonsense, but the people in the city believe it, and every time they pass by the restaurant, they will stay far away.

Even several nearby shops were implicated, and business was bleak for several days in a row.

The busiest street in the south of the city has become more and more depressed...

In order to save customers, the doorways of many shops are covered with talismans drawn by Taoist monks.

The owner of the cloth village next door even spent a lot of money to go to the Taoist temple to invite an expert to do the practice.

I thought this would keep the guests and restore the decline.

Unexpectedly, after some actions, fewer people came to this street than in the previous two days.

The behavior of shopkeepers, in the eyes of the nearby residents, is undoubtedly a testament to the female ghost in white.

Many people have dragged their families and left here to avoid the limelight.

Those who have relatives in the city will go to their relatives' house to stay for a few days, and those who have no relatives will go to a remote inn to hide.

Only these businessmen are still struggling to support.

At night, everything is quiet, except for the sound of the howling cold wind, only the occasional barking of a dog or two, the desolate street seems to be in a deep sleep.

The cold wind is still blowing non-stop, and the windows in the backyard of the restaurant have been blown open by the wind several times.

Having lost the last barrier against the cold wind, the servant was awakened by bursts of cold air.

He opened his dim eyes, cursed and climbed out of bed, and walked to the window.

When he got to the window, he subconsciously glanced at the ancient well outside the window.

Except for the occasional dead leaves blown by the wind, there was nothing else, and as for the female ghost in white, she didn't even see a shadow.

Even so, thinking of the bloody faces in everyone's mouth, the servant still shuddered involuntarily, and stretched out his hand to close the window.

"call--"

At this moment, he suddenly heard a woman's cry, faintly coming from the mouth of the well, and he couldn't hear it clearly.

He shivered and subconsciously looked at Gujing.

Just a dead leaf blowing in the wind...