Traveling through books in the 70s: The group favors the Wang family’s little koi carp

Song Ziqiang saw his embarrassment: "Comrade Fu, if you have anything to say, just tell us directly. If you want to talk about the 'haunted house' rumor."

"Then we all knew before we came here. You don't need to feel pressure. We don't believe that."

"It's nice to talk to bright people." Fu Cang wiped his face and relaxed his frown slightly.

"In this case, I won't beat around the bush. In fact, it's just that little thing. Everything about this house is good."

"The only bad thing is that there is a troublesome mother living downstairs."

"Why did I laugh after hearing that the lesbian's feet twisted just now? I was just laughing at what happened downstairs. Now my mother can spread new lies."

What's the matter...Mom?

Spreading new lies?

Shen Jin looked at Song Ziqiang, who shook his head at her vaguely.

He indicated that he didn't know what was going on here.

Song Ziqiang: "Comrade Fu, why don't you... speak more clearly?"

Fu Cang was helpless: "Okay, as long as you don't think my words are unpleasant, don't say I'm blind. I'm an upright person, so I can say whatever I want."

"You don't live here, so you don't know. It's just the old lady you met when you went upstairs."

"The one with the round face seems to be easy to talk to. Remember what I say, whether you want this house or not, you will be watching from the street."

"Don't worry about it."

He was tired: "I'm not being alarmist. Her tongue is so long that it can grow into a unit building."

Shen Jin had never heard such a weird metaphor in his entire life. He almost laughed out loud when he heard it.

She was so anxious that she could hold it back, but Chen Hongying couldn't hold it back!

Chen Hongying: "Pfft!"

Seeing that her smile was interrupting others' words, Chen Hongying blushed slightly: "Ahem, Comrade Fu, please continue talking..."

Fu Cang glanced at her with pity: "Are you still laughing? Just wait, starting from this afternoon, the whole building will know about you."

"You know me?" Chen Hongying didn't know why, pointing to herself and suspecting that Fu Cang had told the wrong person.

Fu Cang: "Isn't it you? What did I say just now? Why did I laugh? Why did I say you twisted your feet and what happened downstairs? Mom has a new lie?"

"Think about it, you came here to look at a house to buy a house, and then by chance you twisted your foot on the way here."

"If this were any other house, no one would be able to associate it with this house, but what you are looking at is a 'haunted house'."

With the word "haunted house", several people present could even hear the sarcasm in his words.

Fu Cang: "Do you think this is a coincidence? I twisted my foot on the way to see the haunted house."

Chen Hongying was confused: "What's the point? I twisted it on the way here, not at the door."

"Is it possible that we can still rely on the haunted house? The road is obviously uneven."

"You are an understanding person, but some people don't understand." There was a familiar sneer again, and Fu Cang shook his head after sneering, "Especially the one downstairs, he wants to blame the murderous house for whatever happens to anyone."

"The gay man from the house opposite this house came back before and said he had a fever or something."

"Since then, this area has been rumored to be occupied by the haunted house for a long time."

Fu Cang glanced at Chen Hongying: "Now it's your turn, just wait. Starting from this afternoon, your 'deeds' will be spread throughout this area."

"I guess I have to say that you let the haunted house take care of you, saying that you are young and unfaithful and want to buy the haunted house. Now, you will be in trouble."

"Now I'm twisting my legs. If I still don't believe that Xie really bought the house, I will be dead."

Chen Hongying was stunned, this was outrageous!

Fu Cang: "It's not just once or twice. I have mastered the rules. Otherwise, why do you think those who looked at the house in the past didn't buy it in the end?"

"The one with dog poop on the walkway, if his mother noticed it, it would be said that he was influenced by the haunted house."

“You’re just stepping on shit now, but you’ll have shit thrown at you in the future.”

Several people present immediately understood what it meant. What does it mean to be thrown into a trap?

This is cursing others to be criticized!

Chen Hongying: "No, you can't. I think the aunt downstairs looks pretty good. How can she be so bad-mouthed?"

How could you curse someone like that for no reason?

Fu Cang sneered: "You think she has a bad mouth, but she doesn't think so herself."

"She also thinks she has a good heart and has saved several lost sheep. If she hadn't been there, this house wouldn't be as notorious as it is now."

"Also, do you think she is good..." Fu Cang lowered his head and looked at Chen Hongying's ankle.

It wasn't a disrespectful look. His eyes were serious, and his eyes were placed on Chen Hongying's ankle where the plaster was applied. "Do you think she is good because she gave you a plaster?"

Fu Cang looked sarcastic: "You didn't think about it deeply?"

Chen Hongying felt a chill down her back when he said this: "What are you thinking about?"

Fu Cang: "To be honest, I have been on the first floor since you started talking to her. The reason why I didn't come up was because I didn't want to touch her."

"Who knew she would talk endlessly, and she would go home and get plaster for you as soon as you meet her."

"I deliberately counted them downstairs. From the time she came home to get the plaster to the time she gave it to you, it was less than ten."

"Less than ten?" Shen Jin noticed something was wrong.

At that time, she just thought that this aunt was fast, but now Fu Cang was so quick.

Good guy.

Shen Jin: "Uncle Fu, are you saying that the aunt downstairs might have prepared the plaster and put it at the door?"

Only in this way can you get it as soon as you open the door and go downstairs as soon as you get it, without wasting any time.

A round trip of ten is more than enough.

But why did she prepare the plaster in advance?

After hearing what Shen Jin said, Chen Hongying's heart skipped a beat, and she immediately looked at Fu Cang, wanting to get a definite answer.

Fu Cang nodded: "This little girl is right. Normal people don't go home so quickly to find plaster. She must have prepared it by the door."

"Don't tell me whether she was going to use the plaster, so she just left it at the door after using it."

"No, this is not the first time she has done this."

"The one who stepped on dog poop last time was because she got the paper when she got home, and then just like blocking you, blocking people to promote the reputation of the haunted house."

"I just scared people away."

"This old lady likes to look out the window when she has nothing to do. If she sees someone she doesn't recognize entering the stairwell, she will definitely go out and pretend to have met them and chat with them."

"Ask where she came from and what she does. Especially because of her character, the neighborhood committee specially appointed her as the building manager."

"Now that this 'hero has a place to play', can't it be more logical that he can take charge of the world under the banner of the building manager?"

Shen Yousheng hissed: "No wonder you said at first that she used a chicken feather as an arrow."

Dare to love because of this.

Fortunately, he had previously misunderstood Fu Cang as a bad character and disrespectful of the elderly.

I bet there are so many things going on here?

Song Ziqiang wondered: "But what is she trying to do? I just don't understand. What good does it do her to spread the reputation of the haunted house?"

"Could it be that she really thought this was a haunted house and thought she was saving people by doing this?"

The key is, is this a haunted house?

Song Ziqiang looked at Shen Jin, and Shen Jin understood and shook his head at him.