C111 A Chang's Past

The knocking on the door and the cursing continued. I panicked a little: This time, A Chang saw through it.

To be honest, there was too much going on tonight. I had always thought that A Chang didn't have any schemes, but when I wanted to deceive him, I realized that it wasn't easy. It turned out that people who often had cold expressions were scheming, but they never showed it.

The Mr. Zhao reacted quickly, he immediately pretended to be eager, and said to us: "I think the one outside is most likely the ancient head, let's capture him and bring him in."

A Chang waved his hand: "Wait, no rush. It's best if he comes in by himself."

Last night, we set up an inescapable net in the courtyard using cinnabar. It seems like A Chang wants to use it again.

However, the people outside refused to come in. Instead, they scolded them even more profusely. It was fine that he cursed, but he actually threw something into the yard. If it was throwing a stone stick, then it would be fine, but it was actually throwing dog poop …

I was really speechless. Dung can be disgusting, but isn't he sick himself?

Even a dead person like A Chang couldn't stand it anymore. His pale face turned ashen as he strode towards the door.

With a hu sound, the door was pulled open by A Chang. It was too hard and too fast, and the two doors brought up a gust of wind. After the wind hit me, I felt a little cold.

The yin aura outside was quite dense.

There was an old man standing outside the door. The old man was picking up dog shit by the side of the road. A Chang directly kicked his butt, causing the old man to stumble and fall flat on his face.

I really don't want to see it.

The old man stood up, wiped his face with his sleeve, and cursed.

A Chang looked at him in disgust, then turned and said to us: "Wrong, it's not ancient head."

Actually, I also realized that this old man was just an ordinary Fengxiang villager. I even stayed to see if he was possessed by the ancient head. The facts proved that everything was normal, and he was the one who came knocking on the door.

A Chang waved his hand at the old man: "Scram."

The old man plopped down on the ground. "Fellow villagers, come and take a look. You've hit people. The people from the canteen have hit people."

A Chang panicked. Tonight, he was going to force ancient head out. Right now, this old fellow was shouting and shouting, what if the people of Fengxiang were to come out, how would the ancient head appear?

A Chang patiently asked: "What do you want?"

The old man said angrily, "I want justice. You've made the village so smelly, is it wrong for me to come and demand an explanation from you? Aren't you going too far by kicking me into dog shit without even saying a word? "You'll have to compensate me."

A Chang asked indifferently: "How much compensation?"

The old man rolled his eyes. "A thousand..." No, five thousand. "

A Chang nodded and said, "Alright."

Seeing that he agreed so readily, the old man could not take it anymore. "No, it's too little just now. You'll have to pay ten thousand. Give me cash and don't borrow any bills. "

The Mr. Zhao reminded A Chang, "There isn't that much money on the counter of the canteen."

When the old man heard this, he was even more annoyed. After crying twice, he suddenly stopped. "That's not right, isn't this small shop a couple's shop? Why are there so many people? "

Before we could say anything, the old man took out a flashlight tube from his body and looked at our faces one by one. The flashlight was an old-fashioned iron flashlight. It was very heavy, and the light was very strong. I felt like I was going to be blinded by him.

The old man closed the flashlight and asked us seriously, "Who are you?"

I casually said, "I'm a cousin of the shop owner."

Xia Xin followed me and said, "I'm the cousin of the stall owner."

Mr. Zhao said, "I am the second uncle of the cousin of the owner of the canteen."

A Chang didn't say anything. He probably couldn't be bothered to participate in such a retarded game like ours.

The old man who was sitting on the ground was enraged. "Bullshit!" I know all the relatives in this village, but why haven't I seen you guys before? "

A Chang quickly walked over, raised his hand and smacked the back of the old man's neck. I saw the old man groan as his neck drooped down and his head was hanging in front of his chest.

"You won't kill him, will you?"

A Chang said: "No, I just passed out."

I probed the old man's nose and found that he was still breathing.

Mr. Zhao said, "Bring him in."

I muttered, "Let's stay here for another two days. We're going to knock the whole village out and lock them up in the commissary. "

Xia Xin and I were thrown into the canteen by the old man. At this time, I noticed that A Chang did not follow us in. He was standing on the stairs, looking at a shop across the street with great interest.

Across the street, a room appeared. This is the house that the ancient head set up, as planned.

However, this room was not well decorated. There were two wooden doors in the little blue brick house. The door was stuck shut, but it had turned white from the sun and wind. Two white lanterns hung above the doorframe. One had the words: "Work hard." The other one said: Death.

This was a dangerous place, a very bad place.

At the beginning, I felt that ancient head was really lacking in standards this time. Who would go into a room that looked like it had problems?

Then I understood. We've looked around the kiosk many times. Suddenly, there was an additional room across the street. Anyone would be suspicious. It would be better to dress up as a haunted house and tell others that it was a haunted house. As a result, his doubts were dispelled.

A Chang looked at that room and suddenly laughed: "This is a noodle house."

Puzzled, I asked, "How did you know?"

A Chang pointed to the wooden door and said, "It's not written on there?"

I'll take a closer look, won't I? Above the wooden door was a signboard with two large words written on it: noodle house.

However, the word was written in black and the signboard was burnt by the smoke. It was also a bit black, so if one did not carefully examine it, they would not be able to see it.

A Chang asked me: "Is this the noodle house you went to before?"

We all laughed dryly. A Chang turned around and was about to head back to the canteen when he suddenly froze after spinning half a circle. He turned his head to look at the noodle shop, his eyes somewhat blurred.

I saw two people outside the noodle shop. An old woman and a young man.

The old woman's hair had already turned white and her back was hunched. The youth was still very young, only six or seven years old.

The two of them stood in front of the noodle shop and sniffed. The teenager said, "Grandma, I want to eat noodles."

The old woman sighed, "Forget it. A bowl of noodles and a single note, that's too expensive. "

The youth muttered, "I can't even buy a single candle. Little Wang, who is next door, casually took a Mint and used it. "

The old woman said angrily, "Then why don't you stay in someone else's home?"

The youth straightened his neck and said, "Do you think I don't want to."

Puzzled, I asked Mr. Zhao, "What are they saying? What's with the Mint notes? "

The Mr. Zhao casually handed me two coins. He pointed to a line of words and said, "Look, this is the Underworld Bank, and this is the Heaven Bank. The face value is about the same and the exchange rate is different.

I asked in surprise, "They're both dead?"

Mr. Zhao nodded. He then took back the paper money.

I sized up Mr. Zhao a few times and said disdainfully, "Why do you always bring paper money with you?"

Mr. Zhao replied, "The rich and the poor."

I shook my head and looked back at the old woman and the young man. He saw that the two of them had already started arguing.

The teenager said, "Our family is really poor. If others are eating noodles inside, we can only smell them on the street. Luckily, there were no acquaintances here. Otherwise, he would have died from the embarrassment. "Sigh, I wish I were someone else's child."

The old woman slapped the back of the young man's head, "Bullshit." I peed my pants and pulled you up so much, how can you be so filial to me? I'm so tired I can't even straighten up, and you still hate your own home. "I won't let you be sensible …"

The old woman became angrier the more she spoke, and she fiercely slapped the youth a few times. After the fight was over, the old woman cried again. She wiped away her tears and said, "I want to make you eat noodles too, but we really can't afford it." The old woman said a few words before suddenly raising her hand and slapping herself.

The young man cried and pulled her arm, saying, "Grandmother, stop hitting me. Once I earn money, I'll buy you some noodles everyday."

A Chang suddenly turned his head and said to us: "Do you guys know why I went to steal tombs?"

I shook my head.

A Chang sighed, "When I was this old, my life was also like this. I grew up with my grandmother. One night, I came back from work in the fields and passed a noodle stall. I was so greedy that I sat on the ground and refused to leave. In the end, my grandma chased after me and beat me up for a bowl of noodles. When it was over, she hugged me and cried. I also said that I would buy her noodles every day after I earned some money. "

I realised that A Chang, whose face had always been ashen, actually had a look of sadness on his face. He said faintly: "Later on, ancient head came to our village to steal the tomb. At that time, there was a mechanism in the ancient tomb that he couldn't break through, so he could only open a small hole. I happened to be playing in the village, so I went into a small hole and helped him hand things out. "It's fine if I enter now."

"Then I left the village. Stealing tombs all over the place made a lot of money, but it also cost a lot of money. Most importantly, I don't have time to stay in that crappy village. Sigh, ever since then, the chances of meeting her have become less and less. After thinking about it carefully, I actually haven't even treated her to a bowl of noodles. "

"Once when I was home, my grandmother let me stay for a period of time. Not for a week, not for three or five days, not for three or five days, not even for a night. There was something strange in her expression at the time, but I didn't take it to heart. I had other things on my mind. I always feel like there's still plenty of time to go home. "

"I said I was busy because I was in a hurry to steal a big grave. And then I was gone, and I was driving away, and I saw her still looking at me. The farther I walked that day, the smaller she got in the rearview mirror. At last I made up my mind and turned a corner, and I could no longer see her. "

"That big grave thief was very successful, and he gave away quite a bit of money. By the time I was done, my grandmother was gone, and I hadn't seen her for the last time. Sigh, a person who was well and well, someone who was neither sick nor ill, why did he suddenly leave? Why did it suddenly stop? She should be in good health. "Ai, if only I had stayed that day. I wonder if she had any regrets when she left."

A Chang shook his head and sighed for a while, then turned his head and asked Mr. Zhao: "Tell me, when this old man is about to die, do you feel it yourself?"

Mr. Zhao did not answer.

A Chang sighed: "If I knew earlier, I would have promised her. Alas, I had forgotten all about them, and seeing them I remembered them again. Mr. Zhao, can I borrow your Mint? "

Mr. Zhao passed the money to A Chang.

A Chang faced the both of them who were still crying and said, "Hey, both of you, how about I treat you guys to a bowl of noodles?"