I have to ferry to Wangjiawu.
Someone on the ferry said cursingly that the people of Chenjiapu now have a commodity economy. Unlike our conscience, fried dough sticks are better than the parents.
What a ghost? I am a little suspicious of my ears, who has put the name and the ghost together, and has a high throat and voice.
Someone answered and said, do you talk about conscience? It is the rice cake of the Chen family that has fed your ancestors.
The boss of the ferry boat said, someday will you not mention the ass of the Wang family and the Chen family? The earwax is full.
Someone said again, without such a shit, you pull the air back and forth.
A section of the canal just entering the river, across Shaobo Lake, Chenjiapu and Wangjiawu across the lake. The ferry boat left Chenjiapu and swayed to the middle of the lake, bringing the stream. The boss of the ferry took the scull and pushed the rudder, and headed for the southeast bank along the river.
The head of the Wangjiawu Wild Duck Farm held my hand and said, “Don’t be expensive, don’t be expensive, you’re a ghost.” When he saw me with a face full of surprise, he said that this piece of Wang is a common name, and my branch is called Guimen Wang. When he saw me, his face was still full of surprise and said, “Everyone has to ask questions, and I will tell you about it at noon in the restaurant.”
He didn’t know what year or generation it was, and said that a woman married to Wangjiawu. It’s not that the whole family doesn’t enter the house, the woman is loyal and straightforward, and sells everything.
Chenjiapu in Huxi, Yangzhou by land. Wangjiawu in the east of the lake, Hehugang…I said, I know this.
c1();
He said, don’t worry, because of the inconvenience of traffic in Wangjiawu, the woman went to Yangzhou to seek a doctor and died in Chenjiapu. The child is alive. He is a boy, the ancestor of our ghost family.
He grabbed the bottle toast. I said, no? What about rice cakes? He said, you know? Not reliable.
I told him what I heard on the ferry. He said, let’s take a big sip, and I’ll talk about it–
The child has no milk, no fish soup, no lotus root soup, so hungry and crying every day, so thin about to die.
On this day, two bags of rice cakes were tied on the stove, and the family took them to feed the children. The child took a sip and his eyes lit up. Since then, the rice cakes have never been interrupted every three days.
The child became sturdy, and the Wang family thought of looking for a benefactor. Said, who is this man who came and went without a trace?
The family stayed at home without going down to the lake. Without listening to the knock of the door, the rice cakes were placed on the stove with their eyelids lowered.
The family looked at the paper bag containing rice cakes with “Chen Ji Pastry” poked on it, and then went across the lake to visit Chenjiapu.
The owner of “Chen’s Cake Kee” heard what he said, and I was also puzzled. It was midnightYes, the woman covered her face and knocked on the door to buy rice cakes, always thinking that she had raised a private son. He suddenly exclaimed, understand, understand.
The boss told Wang’s family that every month the account was counted and the silver box was filled with paper dust.
The Wang family felt that they were greatly humiliated and said that our Wang family is upright and can’t be greedy if we are a ghost. After speaking, I wanted to dig a woman’s grave and ask what happened in person. Ghost story: www.guidaye.com
On the day the grave was opened, the cake shop owner crossed the lake early in the morning. He said, don’t do it, don’t do it. The woman gave me a dream and said that she didn’t know that the money in the underworld was not working well, and that she would pay me back by being a cow and a horse in the next life.
From this day on, the owner of the cake shop entrusted the ferry to deliver rice cakes. The boy grew up to be a tall man, and he married the daughter of a cake shop owner and became a wife.
Succession from generation to generation, succession from generation to generation, is our ghost family. Chief Wang said, understand? Understand? It’s our ghost! it is true! it is true! There is also the tomb of the ghost mother across the river. I will take you there, and I will take you there immediately.
He drank too much and didn’t take me there. But across the river, I saw a tomb on the opposite side of the pile. It must be the mothers and fathers who have been burying the ghosts who have protected their children for generations.