unlucky ghost

Tanxi didn't know the way the most. After walking two streets back, she became dizzy and scuttled around like a headless chicken.

When Tanxi returned to Tanfu, the sun had already set, and the empty mansion became eerie. The evening wind passed through the courtyard, and the white silk hanging from the beams was blowing back and forth with the wind before it could be removed. It was like thousands of ghosts wandering around, and Tanxi was trembling all over watching it.

Pushing open the door of the bedroom, Tanzi has long since disappeared.

Tan Xi knocked on the door and shouted, "Tan Zishi."

After knocking for a while, there was no movement.

"Oops!"

Tanxi hurriedly ran outside, searched all over the study, accountant, and hall, and finally found him in the ancestral hall.

Tan Zishi knelt under the tablets of his ancestors without saying a word, but there was no incense burning in the censer in front of him.

When Tan Xi stepped into the door, she was stunned, and saw that there was nothing on the table where the spirit tablet was placed, and even Master Tan's ashes were gone, and it was all looted.

Tan Xi secretly thought, commit crimes, commit crimes, this thief is so wicked, even the [-]th generation of his ancestors will not be spared, he is really deceiving people too much!

Tan Zishi kowtowed three times to the empty mourning hall, then withdrew, and left the mansion again before the debt collector arrived.

Tan Zishi watched all the way along the street, and when he passed by a steamed stuffed bun stand, his eyes watered.

"Meat buns, meat buns just out of the pot, two yuan each, would you like to come and try one?" The little bun seller looked Tan Zishi up and down with a smile, and yelled loudly.

Tanzi hurriedly turned his head away, not daring to look any further, swallowed hard and walked away.

Tanxi also swallowed, and secretly hid two of them on her body when no one was watching.Ghosts steal things in an aboveboard manner.

Tan Zishi turned left and right, went into several pawnshops and was kicked out.

"You black-hearted bastards, you will be punished sooner or later for defrauding people and making money!" Tan Zishi began to argue with others again.

The little guy said angrily: "If you can't control your mouth no matter how damn it is, I will tell you to suffer retribution in a while, get out!"

Tanzi was shaking his fists and wanted to curse again, Tanxi was afraid that he would be caught up and beaten again, so he quickly took out a bun from his bosom and stuffed it into his mouth.

"Um..."

Tanzi really felt his mouth was hot, so he couldn't speak, so he quickly put his hand into his mouth, and when he took it out, it turned out to be a warm meat bun...

Tan Zishi looked at Baozi and stammered, "Bao... Baozi..."

Tan Xi looked at Tan Zishi with a look of astonishment, and thought, when will you little boy learn to bear the tolerance of a man.

Tan Zishi didn't scold him anymore, he didn't care where the steamed stuffed bun came from, he couldn't tell it to run away when he got it in his mouth, so he found a clean place, sat down and gnawed the steamed stuffed stuffed bun, forgetting to take care of the young master for a moment.

"Tch!" The little guy smiled sarcastically at him, rolled up his clothes and walked away.

Tanzi gnawed the steamed stuffed bun and smacked his mouth again, quite dissatisfied, he looked around for one that would fit between his teeth.

Tan Xi swallowed, reluctantly took out another bun from his bosom, and quietly put it in his lapel.

The watchman knocked on the third watch, but the dark long street was bustling with people coming and going.

After Tanzi ate the buns, he walked aimlessly along the long street, passing by the group of beggars from yesterday, and saw them sitting together, old and young, taking a nap, so he straightened his clothes and sat beside the little beggar.

The old beggar in the lead didn't know why, he just thought he was a rich master, tremblingly holding a broken bowl and approaching him.

"My lord, give me some money."

Tan Zishi leaned limply against the earthen wall behind him, half-closed his eyes and said, "If you asked me to call me the old master yesterday, it would be okay, but I still had a bag of valuables yesterday, but they were all snatched by those ruffians. Go, I'm so poor right now, I'm not even as good as you."

When the old beggar saw what he said, he thought he was a miser, so he gave him an angry look and said, "Since the old man refuses to give alms, stay away from us so as not to hinder us from begging."

The little beggar was wearing tattered linen clothes and looked like he was six years old. He stared at the pond with his two black eyes. The voice said softly, "Grandpa, this person is the one who followed us yesterday, and he was given a meal by those bad guys. He doesn't even want money if I give him."

The old beggar glared at his grandson and scolded: "Stupid, what do you do with money for this kind of person, your good intentions will be treated as the liver and lungs of a donkey."

The middle-aged beggar also patted his head and said, "That's right, you haven't eaten yet, so don't give money to dubious people in the future."

The little beggar stared at the two adults and nodded blankly.

Tan Zishi sat like this for a while, and all the passers-by turned their heads to look at him, and saw that he was wearing silk and satin, and the hairpin on his hair crown was inlaid with gold and jade, and he looked young, how could he be so young? If you don't learn well and beg for money with a group of beggars, you are really a scum...

"Big brother, why don't you go home, it's getting dark, why didn't your father and mother come out to pick you up?" The little beggar was a little cold, so he moved closer to Tan Zishi.

Tan Zishi slowly opened his eyes, glanced at him lightly and said, "Do you have a father and mother?"

The little beggar looked up at him, and pointed to the two beggars beside him: "Here, this is my father, that is my grandfather, Yunhu has no mother, and father said my mother is not here?"

"where is it?"

The little beggar quietly came to Tan Zishi's ear, covered his mouth and said with a smile: "My mother doesn't like my father, she called my father a shrinking turtle, and ran away with the wild man after scolding."

"Little brat, fart, your butt is itchy, don't say another word, and see how I deal with you when I get home!" The middle-aged beggar slapped the little beggar on the back of the head.

Ouch in pain, the little beggar screamed, covered the back of his head and looked at his father angrily, and shouted: "You taught me this, why did you hit me?"

"I told you, but I didn't let you tell outsiders!" The middle-aged beggar raised his hand and threatened.

The little beggar pouted aggrievedly, and ignored his father, Xiaosheng muttered, "You're just a coward."

A family of three slowly walked across the road, and the young and young children walked through the crowd, walked up to the group of beggars, bent down and threw some broken silver taels into three broken bowls.

The old beggar hurriedly knelt down and kowtowed: "Thank you, sir, thank you, madam."

But the woman was not in a hurry to leave, she pointed at the little beggar, and said to the young son in her arms: "Jin'er, be good, you must study hard with your father in the future, otherwise you will be like these beggars in the future, you can't wear warm clothes, and you can't wear warm clothes." Can't eat delicious snacks."

In the woman's arms, a child who was about the same age as a little beggar was about to wipe away tears, when he suddenly caught a glimpse of Tan Zishi sitting beside him, he stopped his tears and said, "Er Niang, Er Niang, are you lying to Jin?" Son? Look at the beggar next to him, why is he dressed so warmly?"

The husband, holding a slightly older child in his hand, also pointed to the pool and said, "Look, Daddy, he still has a bun in his arms."

The woman was dumbfounded, she looked at Tan Zishi as if she had seen a ghost, she was speechless for a while, and hurriedly pulled her husband away.

"Er Niang, you lied to Jin'er, Daddy, my Er Niang would lie to me to study, woo woo..." The child lay on his mother's shoulder and began to cry, staring at Tan Zishi with teary eyes. Said, "Daddy, Jin'er won't study anymore, Jin'er will be a beggar..."

"..."

Tanxi watched the silly child walk away crying, and the corner of his mouth twitched. These days, scum is really emerging, and the sages and righteousness of Confucius and Mencius don't work anymore.

The little beggar heard that there was a steamed bun in Tan Zishi's arms, so he quickly picked up Tan Zishi's clothes with his dirty paws, looked around, and found a cold meat bun from his pocket.

The little beggar stared straight at Tan Zishi with his black eyes, "Brother, why do you have a meat bun, don't you want to eat it?"

Tanzi said "um" absent-mindedly, as if he was thinking about something.

"Big brother, this bun is cold, if you don't want to eat it, then give it to Yunhu."

Tanzi really ignored him, the little beggar wiped his snot, stuffed the bun into his mouth happily, and kept smacking his mouth.

Tanxi also sat down next to Tanzishi, and she could more or less guess what Tanzishi was thinking.On that day, he swore that his father would pay his debts, boasted hastily, and saw that two days had passed since the three-day deadline, and now he must be thinking about countermeasures.

The crowd on the long street gradually decreased, the little beggar pulled his father's sleeve to stand up, and said to Tanzi, "Big brother, it's getting late, and my father and I are going back."

Tan Zishi also stood up, Tan Mansion can't go back, and the debt collectors must be guarding the gate of the mansion again at this moment.

"Do you have a home?"

The little beggar nodded, and dragged his father forward, bouncing forward, "Well, I have a family. Hehe, my father said, everyone in this world must have a family, otherwise they will really become beggars. "

Tan Zi really saw that he was so silly with no clothes to cover his body and no food to eat, so he said angrily, "You are just a beggar."

The middle-aged beggar tugged at the little beggar's arm, and his head was like a chestnut, "Don't pay attention to that idiot, let's go."

The little beggar glanced at Tan Zishi, curled his lips, and followed his father to a small alley.

Tan Zi really followed up with a shameless face.

Tan Xi's chin almost fell to the ground, this bastard boy squeezed even a little beggar's nest.

In the alley, Wu could not see his fingers. The little beggar walked closely next to his father. All the way to the end of the alley, there was a small adobe house, the door was half closed, and there was a faint firelight inside.

Tanxi felt a little relieved, unexpectedly, these beggars really had a home, and it seemed like a warm place to go.

I saw the little beggar bouncing and running to the front, and when he got to the adobe house, he suddenly turned another corner, bouncing and settling in front of a kennel.

"Doghouse..." Tanzi said in disbelief.

When the three beggars turned around, they saw a rascal following behind them.

"I said, are you full or idle, why are you following us for no reason?" The old beggar took off the little beggar's shoes and threw the little beggar into the kennel.

"If you want to see a joke, I'd better invite you to go somewhere else. Wouldn't it be better to spend a few taels of silver somewhere than here? It's getting late, and we have to get up early tomorrow to beg for food. Let's go." The middle-aged beggar also said.

The little beggar poked his head out of the nest curiously to look at Tan Zishi.

"Big brother, what are you doing with us?"

Tan Zishi brushed off his sleeves, and said with a cheeky face: "Hold on to you, I'm homeless."

When the two adults heard this, they almost turned their mouths in displeasure.

The old beggar laughed under his breath, half of his body got into the kennel, his feet were still exposed, and he was about to take off his straw sandals. "Aren't you just joking, young master, with his attire, at least it is worth 100 taels. If you pawn this clothes, you can buy a small house. Why bother making fun of us poor people."

"I'm really homeless, and the fire just burned..." Tan Zishi was about to talk about the fire disaster, but suddenly stopped talking.

Once I said this, wouldn't it make people recognize me, and everyone in the market in the Ming Dynasty would know that the prodigal young master of the Tan Mansion actually lived in the streets and was about to squeeze into the kennel with the beggars. It was embarrassing and embarrassing. people.

Seeing him stop and go, the old man flicked his shoes and got in.

The middle-aged beggar also threw off his shoes, and sighed meaningfully at him, the tone was exactly the same as Master Tan's tone of hating iron for nothing.