The years of reselling the haunted house

Chapter 1215 Ten Mile Pavilion
I waved my hand: "It's still the same sentence. I can't guarantee that I will find the third uncle when I go in, and I can't guarantee that I will have the luck to escape from it last time. If you go in too, the three of us will be ruined. You stay outside and wait, in case our judgment is wrong, the third uncle is not in the ghost market, if he comes back, you can ask him to save me. Also, you will find a washbasin later, and put a stick in the center of the washbasin Soul-suppressing talisman, make this washbasin into a temporary soul-suppressing gong, and when necessary, ring it outside the ghost market, hoping to play a role as a soul-suppressing gong and draw us out from inside. "

Pang Dahai questioned: "Boss, can this work?"

I smiled wryly and said, "There is no other way to do this. Let's try it. Although it can't have the same effect as Third Uncle's Soul Requiem Gong, if it can play one-tenth of its effect, it will be considered qualified."

Fat Dahai nodded, and said again: "Then I'll go to the ghost market to find my uncle, and you stay outside and knock on the washbasin to meet us."

I waved my hand: "This is not going to a banquet, so don't argue. After all, I have been in once before, and I have more experience than you."

Pang Dahai heard what I said, so he stopped being reluctant, and the two of us stayed in the house with our own minds.

Seeing that it was getting dark, not only the third uncle didn't come back, but also Xu Ruoxi didn't hear from him.

In this mining area, the mobile phone signal couldn't be worse, and it's an extravagant hope to make a phone call.I became even more anxious.

I was thinking about going out of the mining area to call Xu Ruoxi when I heard the roar of a motor coming from outside.It didn't sound like a car, but it sounded like a motorcycle.

The fat man and I hurried to the window to look down, and saw a rather cool-looking off-road motorcycle parked outside, and a person wearing a helmet was turning off the motorcycle and getting off the vehicle.

For a while, I didn't see who it was, until there was a knock on the door.

Pang Dahai went to open the door and found Xu Ruoxi standing outside with a helmet in his hand.

"Xu... Sister Xu, why is it you?" Fat Dahai was very surprised.

Xu Ruoxi didn't answer, but asked at the first sentence: "Is he back?"

We all knew that he was asking about the third uncle, but seeing Xu Ruoxi's expression, we didn't have the heart to tell him that the third uncle hadn't come back.

Xu Ruoxi quickly judged the result from our expressions, her face showed disappointment, but the expression was fleeting, and she smiled and said to us: "It's okay, your third uncle is a machismo, Don't let us know what you do, he will be fine. By the way, there is news about what you asked me to inquire about..."

The dull atmosphere in the room was finally relieved after Xu Ruoxi came back.We heard that Xu Ruoxi had gained something, so we quickly sat down and listened to Xu Ruoxi's introduction.

Xu Ruoxi put the note I gave him in the morning on the table, and said: "I was lucky. I ran into a truck that was going out of the mining area as soon as I went out in the morning. I took a short journey to the town. Then I asked After a while, I actually found a few elderly people in the nursing home in the town. I brought them gifts and asked in detail about the ten-mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road and the fragrance of the Sanyang Braised Noodles. Unexpectedly , I really found the right person. One of them happened to be retired from the county archives. They actually did a lot of research on the history of the town and its surroundings, and they were happy to promote this history to me... "

I nodded: "So, does this history really exist? It seems that Li Weiwei didn't lie to us. Then sister Xu, tell me, what kind of history is this?"

Xu Ruoxi nodded: "Actually, the history is very simple. Those old people talked about it with me. I summed it up. It is nothing more than the mining area where we are. In the early Qing Dynasty, it was not what it is now. At that time, although it was a mountainous area, there was a road leading to the mountain, and that road was very prosperous, and the name was Shili Changting Mengyang Ancient Road."

Pang Dahai was stunned when he heard this: "No way, here is a place where rabbits don't shit, there will be an ancient road? Is it still prosperous?"

I waved my hand: "It is said that it is the time of the Qing Dynasty, and it is definitely not the same as now. I think the road we walked with the old Guantou last night is about ten miles away. And I have observed that road, although it is now deserted, but it is obvious that the road is not young, it must be the so-called Ten Mile Changting Mengyang Ancient Road."

Xu Ruoxi said: "That's right. The town we are going to now was originally named Mengyang Town. So it is entirely possible that the road is the so-called Mengyang Ancient Road."

The fat man questioned: "But we haven't seen any ten-mile long pavilion?"

I said: "I know a little bit about this. In ancient times, because the means of transportation were relatively simple, the horse-drawn carriage was the better one. Even a horse-drawn carriage is incomparable with modern means of transportation. Therefore, on the ancient road, there are usually fixed intervals. There is a pavilion built at a certain distance, firstly as a measure of road mileage, secondly for passers-by to rest or shelter from the rain. I believe this is the same for this ancient Mengyang road, but after the changes of the times, the pavilion may not be restored. It can only be kept until now.”

Xu Ruoxi nodded: "Li Yang is right. The ancient roads in history generally have pavilions. But our Ten Mile Pavilion here is not just a name, but it has indeed been built for ten miles. The Ten Mile Pavilion The name has also been handed down from ancient times. Those old people told me that this place is not very eye-catching now, but it was very famous in the Qing Dynasty. The Mengyang Ancient Road, the ten-mile long pavilion, was built for ten miles at that time, that is, It is said that as long as people walk in the pavilion, they can go ten miles away from the rain. There is an ancient road outside the long pavilion, surrounded by vendors, and it was prosperous for a time. It’s just that this kind of historic site has not been preserved until now. The road was blocked, and the long pavilions were knocked down by rocks falling from the mountain. Later, in a special period, they were completely cleaned up."

"Ah..." Pang Dahai and I were also shocked after hearing this, because neither of us could connect the ten-mile long pavilion that Xu Ruoxi said with the decayed mountain road we saw last night.

I continued to ask: "Then did you find any news about Sanyang Braised Noodles?"

Xu Ruoxi nodded, picked up the water glass and poured a glass of water, gulped it down, and then said: "There is indeed such a snack in the local area. And now there are shops selling this kind of stewed noodles in the town. But according to Those old people said that the stewed noodles now have lost the original taste. When they were young, this kind of stewed noodles could still maintain a bit of the original taste. The most famous stewed noodles in the local area are from the surname Guan. People, that is, the one in charge of the three armed forces."

(End of this chapter)