reborn princess

Chapter 371
The little guy said mysteriously: "There is no explanation. The terrain of Dingli Village is remote. It is in the middle of Yuluo Mountain and Qian Kun Mountain. You have to go around Qian Kun Mountain to see it. There are no other villages around. There was a married aunt who went back to her mother's house and found that the whole village was gone. At that time, it was said that there was a thick dust on the tables in the house. After the people in the yamen came, they found nothing. , I heard that the county annals of the yamen closed the case on the grounds that the plague wiped out the village."

Ye Weilan wondered, how did the boy in the teahouse know about this?Then he asked aloud, "How do you know about this?"

"There is a relative in my family who works as a teacher in the county government office. I heard that he attended a wedding banquet and he drank too much, so he told the story."

Xuan Chen asked again: "Are there still people in Nading Li Village?"

"I heard that later another rich man bought the land there, built a village, surrounded the whole Dingli Village with green brick walls, and changed the name of Dingli Village. It became the Sujiazhuang, and it is said that the owner’s surname is Su, so the Yizhuang was built by the owner of Zhuangzi.” The young man always had a mysterious expression. "I also heard that since the Yizhuang was built in Sujiazhuang, it has been haunted by ghosts. When I was a child, I didn't dare to go there when I went to the mountains. I would rather take a long way and walk two miles to avoid the Yizhuang. .”

"Haunted?" Xuan Chen became even more excited when he heard the words. He handed him a cup of tea that he hadn't had time to drink, let him moisten his throat, and asked with interest. "Sit down and tell me carefully, what is the haunting method?"

The young man drank his tea, took a deep breath, and was about to speak, but saw a few more guests coming outside the door, he couldn't help but said to him apologetically: "I'm sorry, gentlemen, I have to go greet the guests gone."

Xuan Chen immediately took out ten taels of silver and put it on the table, "Second brother, send this money to your shopkeeper, go upstairs and prepare a private room for me, and I will let you serve alone. This gentleman , Come upstairs with us to listen to ghost stories!"

"Hey!" The little boy was secretly happy when he saw that this young master paid ten taels of silver, and couldn't help thinking that if what he just said made this young master happy, he might be able to earn some money as well. , then excitedly sent the silver to the shopkeeper.

The shopkeeper saw that such a large ingot of silver was enough for half a month's income, so without further ado, he agreed to let the young man only serve these few guests.

The young man cleared up the refreshments on the table, brought them to a private room upstairs, and re-arranged them for everyone. Under Xuan Chen's strong request, he also sat down.

This little guy is probably listening to the storytelling master every day, and he told the story vividly, "Let me tell you what I have seen. My house is very close to Sujiazhuang. People in the village used to ask Anyone who wants to go into the mountains to cut firewood or hunt must go through Dingli Village. There is a path stepped by hunters and woodcutters next to Sujiazhuang. Speaking of which, there is a mass grave next to Yizhuang. That was when I was eight..."

Ye Weilan paid attention, this little guy looked like he was only fifteen or six years old. When he was eight years old, that is, seven or eight years ago, it happened not long before the disappearance cases started.

"It was summer at that time, and there were a lot of wild mushrooms in the mountains. Early in the morning, my father took me into the mountains to pick mushrooms. Then I saw a female ghost standing in the cemetery. She was wearing a white robe and her hair was so long. His white hair..." He stretched out his hand and gestured for the length, then stared at his eyes and said. "My father and I were terrified, but when she looked up, oh my mother..."

As he spoke, the young fellow reached out and patted his chest, and said with a pale face, "That female ghost's face is as white as the big white painted on the wall, with a tongue hanging down to her chest, she is a hanged ghost."

The storyteller laughed from the sidelines, showing a hint of disapproval on his face, "Xiao Qing, you are talking nonsense, how can you see a ghost in broad daylight?"

"It's true! It was summer at that time, and the dawn was early, but when my father took me into the mountains, it was just at dawn. How can we wait until dawn for things like digging mushrooms? Dead!" The boy thought he didn't believe what he said, and said with a very serious expression. "I was so scared that I fell ill. I drank several soups and medicines. I almost lost my life."

"I have also heard a few rumors about Yizhuang. One of the rumors is that there is a village nearby. There is a man who calls himself Zhou Daudao. He likes to gamble the most. A friend made a bet that he was going to sleep in the Yizhuang. Whoever dares to sleep in the Yizhuang will be paid a lot of money. Later this week, he boldly went there, but he never came back. Seven or eight years I lost it, but I haven't found it." The storyteller slowly told the legend about Yizhuang that he knew.

"I also know about Zhou Bold, he is from the village next door to us." The young man said hastily. "People in their village said that he lost too much money, didn't want to pay back the money, wanted to renege on his debts, so he ran away. His family went to the government, and the people from the government went to Yizhuang to catch ghosts, but the county Grandfather was typed out."

The storyteller lowered his voice and said: "There are so many legends about the ghosts in this Yizhuang. Everyone has different stories, and I don't know who is telling the truth or not, but the people around Shangjing Town, Now I really don't dare to go to Sujiazhuang."

Xuan Chen took out two silver ingots of one tael, stood up and put them in front of the storyteller and the boy, and said with a smile: "I love the stories you tell, thank you both! Tell me more, as long as it is It’s just a story that actually happened.”

"Oh, this...then I thank the guest officer." The young man stood up with a smile on his face and bowed to Xuan Chen.

The storyteller glanced down at the small white ingot on the table, with a calm expression on his face, he just reached out to pick up the tea cup in front of him, took a sip of tea, and then picked up a piece of mung bean cake to eat.

Seeing the silver right in front of his eyes, the little guy felt that he couldn't take other people's money for nothing, and said mysteriously: "There is one more thing, I heard from my fourth uncle and grandma. My fourth uncle and grandma work as matchmakers for a living. She likes to go from house to house to visit house to house, and she is a matchmaker. Besides, she has a clever mouth and is especially good at talking. How many people are there in the family, how many acres are there in the field, and how many acres of land are there in the family? She didn't know how many cubs the pig gave birth to. But it was Sujiazhuang. She had never entered the gate. The guards at the county government office are still fierce, and almost let a dog bite her the last time."

As the young man said, he picked up a piece of mung bean cake, took a big bite, drank another cup of tea, and sent the mung bean cake down, then raised his eyes and looked at the crowd, "Do you think this is strange? People who live a normal life, who The family will not let the matchmaker in? Tell me, don’t the men in the village marry their wives?”

"When Xiaoqing said that, I remembered it too." Mr. Storyteller added. "Sujiazhuang is indeed a little strange. It seems that the neighbors don't know each other. I have never heard that the people in Zhuangzi have been with anyone nearby, and the people in Zhuangzi don't marry outsiders. But the strange thing is that the people in Zhuangzi People often go out to do errands, and sometimes they come back with a coffin.”

"What did you say?" Xuan Chen hurriedly interrupted him upon hearing the words. "coffin?"

"Yes, the coffin, I have seen it several times. The people on the Zhuangzi came back from outside with a carriage, and there was a coffin on the carriage. I heard that the bones were picked up on the road, and they were said to be buried for safety. .”

Ye Weilan asked at the right time: "Has the land on the village been rented out?"

At this time, both she and Xuan Chen felt that this Zhuangzi was seriously suspected, especially the fact that the people in the Zhuangzi would pull coffins into the Zhuangzi, which made them feel a bit milder than the news they had inquired in Yunshan County before.

"Yes!" The storyteller nodded emphatically. "The people in the village don't farm the land. The land is leased to the surrounding villages, and the land rent is very cheap, so although the people in the village are strange, they are very popular there."

Xuan Chen nodded, feeling that he had already collected a lot of information, he stood up and said, "Today's story is very nice, thank you both! We still have something to do, we have to go back to the inn, so don't bother you two!"

Seeing that they were about to leave, the storyteller suddenly said, "My lord, you..." He hesitated for a moment, then suddenly smiled and waved his hands. "Nothing, please go ahead!"

In fact, he wanted to ask them if they were official servants, because they asked a lot of questions about the disappearance case, but seeing that these people were all young and there was a little girl inside, he thought it was unlikely .

Xuan Chen smiled at him, and beckoned his companion to leave.

After returning to the inn, he said, "I think that Zhuangzi is seriously suspected."

"I feel the same way, but that place is so remote, how do we get there? Are we strangers around here?"

"Luan Ying, ask the shopkeeper to help you find a few sets of coarse cloth clothes. If you want others to wear them, let them wash them and send them to us." Xuan Chen ordered, already having an idea in mind.

After listening to the order, Luan Ying walked out while eating the five-spice stinky tofu she bought at the market just now.

Ye Weilan poured him a cup of tea and asked, "What's your plan?"

"Let's go visit the owner of Sujiazhuang."

"Visiting the owner of Sujiazhuang?" Ye Weilan asked in surprise. "Will he see us?"

Xuan Chen took out a black purse embroidered with lilies from his bosom, pulled off the drawstring of the purse, and poured out a bead the size of a longan from inside, the color of this bead was like a mud ball.

(End of this chapter)