"Give it to me." The old lady slowly stretched out her hands.
I quickly opened the zipper of my backpack, took out two oranges and an apple, and put them in her hands.
I thought she would eat it, but unexpectedly, the next second, she was holding oranges and apples in both hands, limping to the corner of the hut.
She held the fruit in her arms and struck a match with her other hand to light the candle.
I tried striking it many times and it didn't strike. Maybe it was too humid in the room and the match got wet.
I walked over quickly, took out my lighter and lit the candle.
There was candlelight in the room, making it much brighter.
The old lady lowered her head and looked at the lighter in my hand without saying a word.
I also looked down, then looked up and said to her: "Zippo, this is a zippo, a windproof lighter."
She looked at it for a few seconds, and suddenly she made a strange sound in her throat.
"Hoo...poof..."
She spit out a thick mouthful of phlegm, with some red blood streaks in it, and spit it on my hand without any bias.
It was so disgusting that the back of my hand and the lighter were covered in phlegm. I quickly threw the lighter away and wiped my hands.
Seeing me throwing it away, she picked up the lighter and put it directly into her pocket.
"Daughter, daughter."
"Wake up, someone is here to pay tribute."
After shouting a few words, there was a sudden reaction.
The large jar covered with a lid in the corner opened by itself, and a thin arm slowly stretched out from the jar, touched the orange, and then retracted it.
Half a minute later, another hand reached out from the jar and took away the remaining apples.
I was stunned.
The villagers' rumors were not groundless. They really lived in a jar. The jar was very big and had a big mouth, like a small water tank.
After the oranges and apples were gone, the hand in the jar stretched out again to ask for something.
The old lady turned to me and said, "That's not enough. Do you have anything else?"
I said there were a few oranges left in the bag.
The old lady shook her head: "No oranges."
"Don't want oranges? What do you want? Money?"
She pointed to my bag and said, "Open it and see what my daughter wants."
I came out tonight and had no intention of going back. Even Brother Dou Sprout and Fish didn't know about this. It can be said that all my belongings are in the bag.
In front of me, the old lady dragged my bag and opened it.
She dragged her bag with both hands and squatted in front of the small water tank.
The hand slowly stretched out from the jar, groping for the contents of the bag, turning it over and over.
In my bag I have a spare mobile phone, a charger, a pair of pants and shoes, bagged bread, a map, a few copper coins in a ziplock bag, Mr. Wu’s notes in the mezzanine, and an embroidered sachet given by an old Miao girl.
wait....
The thin hand paused for a few seconds after touching the sachet, but the next second, he threw the sachet away and grabbed a small white porcelain incense stick.
He opened the incense box with a flick of his fingernail, took the elixir in the box, and then quickly retracted it.
This is an old elixir belonging to Chen Meiqing, a female Taoist in the late Qing Dynasty. It was found in an underground cave in Guizailing. I have researched it, but I have no idea what the elixir is.
"This...where did you find it?"
There were voices coming from the jar. Just by listening to the voices, they sounded young.
"I picked it up. You can take it if you want." I said.
The girl in the jar was silent for two minutes and then said, "What do you want from me?"
I asked directly: "About three and a half months ago, did two men come to see you? Maybe they were asking you for medical treatment. One of them was in a wheelchair."
"yes."
The response in the jar was very crisp.
I asked anxiously: "What happened next? Can you cure the man in the wheelchair?"
