Chapter 555 This story tells us not to write a diary when we are idle
noon.
The sky was still overcast, as if there was a layer of mist, but there was no tendency of rain.
The village chief refilled the dug pit, then briefly explained to the Zhang family's servants what was going on in Lao Li's yard, and told them not to get close to the osmanthus tree in their yard.
A villager tremblingly asked: "Village Chief, what happened just now? Why did Da Zhuang suddenly..."
The village chief paused and said: "You also know that these days are half of July, and it is for your own good that you stay away from the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, so as not to... be possessed by evil spirits!"
Upon hearing this, the villagers' pupils shrank suddenly, and fear appeared on their faces as if they had thought of something.
"Okay, it's actually not that scary. As long as you don't get close to the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, nothing will happen. Got it?" the village chief said soothingly.
"I know, I know!" The villagers nodded hurriedly.
The village chief then said: "In addition, I just sent someone to the Houshan Cemetery to do some work, but they haven't come back yet, and I don't know what happened. Please help me take a look there, but remember not to leave.
Enter the cemetery, take a look outside, and then come back and tell me the situation. Go now."
His tone was calm and steady, and the expression on his face was still amiable, but there was a sense of oppression for no reason.
The villager Wei Wei kept saying: "Okay... okay."
After answering, the villager turned around and walked towards the back mountain.
But after taking two steps, he suddenly looked back at the village chief, then buried his head and continued on his way, accidentally stumbling as he ran.
After watching the villager leave in a hurry, the village chief said to Xu Shuo: "Let's go, I'll take you to see something."
Xu Shuo followed, and the two of them walked towards the village house at the foot of Dongshan Mountain.
On the other side, the female literary youth made an appointment to see the village chief later, and then followed her cousin in the direction of the Wang family.
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The Zhangjia Village Chief's house is at the foot of the mountain, a spacious two-entry courtyard close to the ancestral hall.
The village chief usually lives alone in such a large house. Although the servant who takes care of the village chief also lives here, he can only be regarded as an outsider. Direct descendants of the Zhang family live in the neighboring house.
After Xu Shuo came in, he stopped in the yard and looked at the osmanthus tree.
In fact, if you look carefully, you will find that the osmanthus trees in the village are all growing in the same way, and they all look to be decades old.
After the village chief came back, he rushed into the main house and seemed to be rummaging for something inside. There was a banging and banging noise.
Not long after, he walked out holding a sandalwood box.
Seeing Xu Shuo looking at the sweet-scented osmanthus tree, he said casually: "The two little girls seem to have reached an agreement to spend tonight together. Why don't you move over here with me? That would be nice."
Take care of.”
Xu Shuo smiled when he heard this and said without looking back: "I don't mind, but it depends on whether you mind."
The village chief was a little confused: "What do I mind..."
He suddenly stopped mid-sentence.
Because the village chief remembered that this man was making sweet-scented osmanthus cake for the bride in the morning, and also remembered that the bride took this man back to the house halfway up the mountain last night.
Suddenly, the village chief became melancholy.
I want to hug Wang Tiezhu's thigh, but there is actually a boss in the script who interferes with it.
Xu Shuo looked back at him and his eyes fell on the box in his hand: "What is this?"
The village chief said softly: "My notes."
Xu Shuo raised his eyebrows: "Diary?"
As the oldest person in Guihua Village, the village chief must have experienced what happened sixty years ago. However, time has changed and people's memories are difficult to preserve for decades.
But keeping a diary can avoid this.
Xu Shuo opened the box and saw a pile of yellowed paper lying inside. The material looked very fragile, not to mention that there were many scraps of paper lying beside it.
"You watch first, I'll go to the ancestral hall to have a look."
After the village chief handed the box to Xu Shuo, he slowly walked out of the yard on crutches.
Xu Shuo ignored him and gently took out a piece of paper. What he found was a piece of dust, as if he could crush the paper with just a little force.
"Crack, click, click..."
In fact, this is indeed the case.
The crumbs that fell out of the box were probably crushed by the village chief.
Xu Shuo simply gave up and tried to control his mental power. When his mind moved, the violin strings in the spiritual sea began to tremble slightly.
Then, several pieces of paper flew out of the box and were neatly arranged in the air.
Some of the writing on the paper is very blurry, but based on the context, the meaning of the full text can be barely discerned.
The narrative in the letter is in the voice of a child.
From what delicious food I ate today, to being beaten by my grandfather for not memorizing the house rules, to going swimming in the ditch with my friends and catching a few small fish by the way, everything was carefully recorded.
above.
There were a few more notebooks at the back, beginning to contain some children's ambitions and ideals.
The origin was that a few scholars who had gone astray came to the village. They spoke and acted in a very cultivated manner, and their whole bodies were filled with the aura of educated people.
The sudden intrusion of outsiders made the entire Guihua Village lively.
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Xu Shuo glanced ten lines at a time, and with the addition of mental power, he quickly skipped those ordinary daily routines.
Until he found usable information.
[Mr. Wang’s son died of illness yesterday. In order to help him go better, his mother-in-law made a lot of delicious dishes for the people in the village to eat.]
Young children don’t know much about funerals. What they may remember most clearly is that they can have a delicious meal!
The diary says that the Wang family did nothing for seven days.
For seven days, several children of the Wang family had to keep vigil for the dead young master, so they had no energy to play around during the day, so the person involved had no friends to chase chickens and dogs with.
At this time, another person appeared.
[Everyone else was eating there, but Tie Zhu was fishing alone by the river. He was so good at fishing!]
Tiezhu was an orphan. If no one took care of the orphans in Osmanthus Village, they would live in the village's ancestral hall and be cared for and fed by the whole village.
The person involved found a new friend and seemed to have opened the door to a new world. He began to follow the iron pillars to fish in the river, go up the mountain to hunt rabbits, and catch bamboo rats in the woods. It was so wild!
But half a month later, the atmosphere in Osmanthus Village suddenly changed.
[I haven’t seen those scholars for several days. I wonder if they have found their way out. When they were still here, my grandpa asked me to study every day. It was really annoying.]
[I feel like my uncles and uncles are a little strange recently. I just wanted to go into the house yesterday to get something to eat. Who knew they were hiding there secretly and talking, and even let me get beaten up by my grandpa. It was too much. I will wait for them later.
I won’t give them meat when they get old!]
[I went to play with Tiezhu yesterday and found that he actually hid a sister in the ancestral hall. No wonder he didn’t take me to catch bamboo rats these days.]
[How strange, didn’t this sister leave with those scholars?]
The diary ends abruptly here.
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Dark night.
In the ancestral hall of Osmanthus Village.
There was no light in the side room, so the girl hiding here crawled out from under the bed, walked in the dark, and carefully brought the basket placed in the window into the house.
She opened the silk covering it and smelled the scent of osmanthus.
The girl took out a piece of pastry from the basket, but just as she was about to fill her stomach, there was a sudden noise outside.
Before she could react, the door of this room was pushed open forcefully.
The moonlight shines in from the open door, and a man stands at the door. His tall and muscular figure is like an insurmountable fortress. He stands with his backlight, and his face is in the shadow and cannot be seen clearly. Only his cold and cold eyes are piercing.
Came over.
The girl's face turned pale. She screamed and ran towards the window, but the man rushed over and grabbed her hair and grabbed her tightly.
She couldn't break free.
She begged for mercy at the top of her lungs, but she was still grabbed and dragged out of the house, and there were more people standing outside with indifferent expressions.