unlucky ghost

The man holding the fishhook was dressed in a white face, sitting by the stream in a gentle manner, looking like Jiang Han, standing beside Lingyu and Qinggu, a cat poked his head into the stream, urging: "Hurry up, Get hooked..."

Lingyu squatted on the ground next to Qinggu, holding a pot of black soil in her hand, picking up earthworms in the soil with the other hand, and asked: "How is it, did the fish take the bait?"

After a while, Qing Gu shook his head at him, "It doesn't work, I still can't catch it."

Lingyu frowned, "Why can't you catch it, this is the method that the master said, and he said that every catch is sure."

Jiang Han put away the fishing rod and handed them the hook. "Try again."

Lingyu picked up an earthworm, hung the whole thing on the hook, and threw it into the water.

Tanzi laughed out loud, and said to Tanxi, "How can you fish like this? If there is too much fish food, the fish can only eat for nothing."

Tan Xi saw the three talking and laughing, but Tan Zishi was alone, and felt that this little boy was getting more and more pitiful at this moment, "Why don't you go fishing with them?"

Tan Zishi shook his head, looked down at his clothes, and touched his face.

"Jiang Han treats you..."

"He...heh..." Tan Zishi smiled lightly, "What can I give him, it's just a kid's joke..."

Seeing the dimness in his eyes, Tanxi sighed slightly in her heart, the man's face is indeed bigger than the sky.

The three people not far away gradually became blurred, and their voices gradually faded away.

One night's sleep is not mentioned.

In three or two days, the sun got better and better, the ice and snow on the ground melted, the ice in the pond melted, and the breeze did not blow the water automatically.

Early in the morning, the five sons came to knock on the door, and the wooden door trembled.

Tanzi held back his anger and followed him out of the room.

"What time is it, and you're still lying on the bed, the young master bought you as the current person, and didn't ask you to be the master." Wu Zi yelled, pulling his messy hair.

Chef Wang didn't look at him, he was nothing more than a servant with power over others, he said to Tanzi, "Go back and wash up, it won't be too late."

Tan Zishi went back to his room, and the fifth son ran to Feng Yi angrily to complain.

Feng Yi was sitting idly and yawning, but when he heard that the yawn stopped halfway, he smiled coldly, "I'm afraid the mattress is too warm, and there are not enough workmen, no wonder the servants stay up in bed."

The fifth son nodded and bowed, and immediately understood, praised and said: "Young master is very right."

Back in the backyard, he ordered a group of servants to replace the mattresses made by the servants with thinner ones, and took a notebook to do more work one by one.

A young servant who just came in greeted him with a smile: "Fifth brother, look, the sixth son has been here for a long time, and he just hangs around behind Chef Wang's ass all day long, and he hasn't done any dirty work... ..."

The fifth son frowned, "Our Feng family never raises idlers, so let him push the dung truck with Fan Yu for two days." As he spoke, he waved his hand and wrote on the notebook.

Tanzi actually ate two hot steamed buns, and Chef Wang picked some braised pork froth from a porcelain plate with floral patterns, stuffed them into his steamed buns, and felt sorry for him.

After eating, he drank a few mouthfuls of leftover soup, and then went outside with two large wooden barrels.

Walking to the well, he dug up two full buckets of water step by step, and quickly carried them to the kitchen.

At noon, two middle-aged men with honest faces rubbed their hands and entered Tanzishi's firewood room, "Are you the sixth son?" Tanzishi said nothing, lying on the bed with his eyes closed.

Those two people saw that although Tan Zizhen had a good face, they were also wearing tattered clothes like them, but they were so arrogant.

The two looked at each other, and the other said: "The manager rowed you to our place. He said that he would follow us to drive the night incense and push the dung truck, and he asked us to come and let us know. After lunch, we went to the corner gate. Look for us in the outer wing above."

When Tanzi heard the words, he just moved his eyelids slightly, turned over and went back to sleep.

Those two people finished talking, they didn't care about him, and left one after the other.

Tanzi had just fallen asleep, when a gust of cold wind blew through the crack of the door, the mattress was so thin that it didn't block the wind, he woke up with a jerk.

Tan Zishi lifted the mattress, threw it on the ground, and went out of the room with his hands.

Just swallowing his anger and pushing the dung truck for a long time, at night he came in through the corner door of the backyard with his iron catalpa on his shoulders. His body was full of stench and the big wolf dog backed away.

Tanzi was really hungry, so he put down the iron catalpa and went to the kitchen. Chef Wang had already left something for him to eat.

As soon as he arrived at the door, all the people in the room covered their mouths and noses. Cook Wang kicked him on the leg, disgusted to the extreme, "I'm so fucking pissed off, go out, wash it up before you come in."

Tanzi sniffed his sleeve and hurriedly ran to the side of the water tank.

Xiao Fu was tinkering with the bellows by the stove, coughing while reaching out his hand to stop it, "Hey, this water is for food, so it needs to be washed outside."

Tanzi had no choice but to leave the kitchen.

At this time, winter was deep, and the night was chilly, and a round of cold moon shone alone, reflecting the pond full of brilliance.

Tan Zishi leaned over and put his hand into the lotus pond, a few withered and yellow lotus leaves swayed in the waves.

With a white breath in his mouth, he took out his hand to look at it, and smelled it again. Tanzi really frowned, then soaked his hand in the bone-chilling water and scrubbed it vigorously.

Suddenly something entangled his fingers, and Tan Zi hurriedly withdrew his hand. It turned out to be a lock of long hair. Around his hand, a black thing on the water surface followed him to the shore.

Tanzi hurriedly untied the hair wrapped around his hands, and retreated to the bank.

The black thing floated on the water, swaying with the water.

Tanzi was so frightened that his face turned pale, he turned the black thing over, and by the moonlight, he saw clearly that it was a swollen and white dead man covered in a black jacket, his face was already pale. It's so soaked that you can't see the original appearance.

Tan Zishi screamed and ran away rolling and crawling.

"What's the fuss?"

Chef Wang handed him the steamed bun, which was still hot.

Tanzi was anxious and frightened, he didn't care about picking up the buns, he panted heavily and pointed to the door, "He's dead, floating in the pond."

Chef Wang was not surprised, many of them died under Feng Yi's hands, he stuffed the buns into his hands, and pouted at the little man by the stove, "You go with him to have a look, and by the way, tell the butler .”

A group of people panicked and fished up the corpse, and gathered around to watch the excitement.

Tan Xi couldn't bear his curiosity, so he also leaned over. Seeing it, it really made him sick to his stomach. The man's blistered face was vain, and he looked like a hideous and terrifying ghost.

The steward sent someone to carry the body to the backyard. Seeing that the real room in Tanzi was empty, he put it at his door, and sent someone to the front yard.

"Who saw it?" asked the steward.

Fifth son glanced at the dead body on the ground, pointed to Tanzi and said, "Sixth son saw it."

The butler nodded, looked at Tan Zishi coldly, and said, "Does anyone recognize this person?"

Everyone whispered to each other, and the fifth son stood up, "Housekeeper, this young man recognizes him. He is Gu Daha who served the master with the young one. He was sent out of the house just a few years ago."

The butler looked ignorant, brushed his beard, frowned and said, "When did you see him?"

The fifth son hurriedly said seriously: "Back to the official's house, the younger one only saw him two days ago. He came to the house to ask the young master for money. The young master saw that he was pitiful, so he asked him to stay at the house for a few days. Give him silver and send him away."

The butler saw that the young master was also involved in this matter, so he didn't dare to ask any more questions. The fifth son wiped away his tears and choked up and said, "Oh, he drank with me the night before yesterday. How could he have such a hard life? If he doesn't, he will be gone." .”

The butler waved his hand, signaling for the idlers to leave.

Tanzi hurried back to his room and closed the door in front of everyone.

The housekeeper hurriedly stopped him, "Wait, you discovered the man, so don't rush away, the people from the yamen will come later and ask you something."

Tanzi was displeased and said, "I didn't kill the man, why ask me?"

Just as I was talking, the servant who was sent to the front yard came back and said: "The young master said, such trivial things should not disturb the neighbors, and the family's ugliness should not be publicized. Since you are a servant of the Feng family, you should give more money to his family. A good burial is enough."

The housekeeper didn't dare to disobey, so he had to order someone to find a rag to cover the corpse, put it aside for one night, and make plans tomorrow.

The next day, people from the yamen came to look at the corpse, and the arresters drank some fragrant tea with Feng Yi in the living room, talked and laughed and left.

After noon, Tanxi was leaning outside the door to watch the excitement, but Gu Daha's ghost still did not come out, presumably he was sent to the ghost messenger long ago.

Feng Yi led a few followers to the backyard, stood far outside the door of Tanzi's real room, pointed to the dead body on the ground and said: "You guys go and bury him quickly, it's bad luck to leave it here, and call it later." Someone send 50 taels of silver to his mother, and take him to burn some paper money on his son's grave."

A few servants quickly went to carry him.

Just a few steps away, the draft blew up the rags covering the dead man's body, exposing a ferocious and rotten dead man's face in front of everyone, with a stench coming out of his nostrils.

Feng Yi's complexion changed slightly, he took a step back, pinched his nose, and cursed: "You can't even lift a dead person...why is it so stinky?"

The five sons hurriedly picked up the rags and put them on Gu Daha's body, "The body has been soaked in water for a long time, and it is very perishable. You don't have to come in person, the young ones just move it out and bury it."

Feng Yi took a few steps back, and said badly: "It is really unlucky to burn the corpse before burying it."

After all, walk away.

When Tanxi heard the word fire, a flash of lightning flashed in his brain, which brightened his brain, no wonder he looked familiar when he first saw this person that day, black clothes, wretched appearance, fire...

Tanxi was dumbfounded. This person was most likely the man in black who set fire to the wine cellar that night. No wonder the backyard caught fire, and the pharmacy in front also caught fire.

That day, Feng Yi secretly instigated Gu Daha to frame the Tan family's murder. He was still drunk in the wine cellar.

After Gu Daha set the fire, Feng Yi took the money and sent him away. In the end, he ran back to ask for the money after losing his money, which caused a disaster.

Tanxi scolded, what a sinister and cunning villain, he really is a small belly, he must take revenge, this Fengyi's heart is probably dripping with blood.

Cursing and cursing, Tanxi felt a little more fortunate in her heart, so the fire was not his fault.

When the sun was setting on the western mountain and the evening was dark, Feng Yi sent a servant girl to the backyard and asked Tan Zishi to come into the front hall to tell a story.

Tan Zishi was following Cook Wang, taking advantage of his unpreparedness to steal steamed buns, he asked the servant girl to meet him.

Tanzi straightened up quickly, staring at the little maid coldly.

The little servant girl covered her mouth with a handkerchief, smiled and said, "Little Six, my master has an invitation."

Tanzi dusted off his tattered robe that was sticky with dust, and followed him out of the backyard.

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