At the beginning of the quadrangle, I, He Daqing, approached Yi Zhonghai to collect debts

Mrs. Jia Zhang walked out of the courtyard and began wandering in the alleys, and soon came to the "Information Station" not far from the public toilet.

It is said to be an information station, but it is actually a gathering place for some old ladies in their 60s and [-]s.

It's cold now, so we only get together for a while in the afternoon when the sun is warm.

Seeing that several old sisters were there, Mrs. Jia Zhang walked over excitedly.

"Jia Zhang, you haven't come out recently, you don't know, without you we all feel that something is missing,"

A woman in her fifties was spitting and talking to everyone about a group of people looking for Director Wang to share a room in the afternoon. When she saw Mrs. Jia Zhang coming, she immediately greeted her.

When Jia Zhang saw that he was giving face so much, his face immediately beamed with joy, so he hurriedly approached him, looked around, and saw that no one was paying attention, then said mysteriously:
"Old sisters, have you heard? The courtyard house where I live is said to be a haunted house!"

"Jia Zhang, you can't talk nonsense. There is no such thing as a haunted house now. Be careful if people say you engage in feudal superstition and arrest you."

"That's right, Mrs. Jia Zhang, this can't be a joke. I know your Dongxu is in a bad mood after his death, so we won't hide it from you if you talk nonsense in the future."

Hearing that Mrs. Jia Zhang even joked about the haunted house, everyone was curious and worried, for fear that people would find out that they practiced feudal superstition.

"I'm not joking, and can I make a joke about my son? Tell me, how many people have died in our yard in the past ten days? Let's talk about my son first. From before liberation to now, the Red Star Rolling Plant has had accidents. Yes, but has anyone died? How did my son die? And then? Yi Zhonghai fell off a ladder and died within a few days. Just after he died, the deaf old lady was bewitched. The gun that came directly killed the big mother, and she died today, do you think this is normal? Is it evil?"

After hearing Jia Zhang's words, everyone was stunned for a moment. Although four people died in the courtyard in the past ten days, everyone just regarded it as an accident. Listening to her explanation now is really a bit abnormal.

"Ms. Jia Zhang, what you say is really a bit wicked."

"No, Mrs. Jia Zhang, hasn't your courtyard been fine before? Even if it becomes a haunted house, it won't be so fast? If you die at this speed, can the rest of your courtyard survive for years?"

Hearing someone questioned, Jia Zhang hurriedly stated the reasons he had thought up.

"Before our courtyard was liberated, it was the mansion of a second-rank senior scholar, right? But have you ever heard of a well in the backyard? Back then, the senior scholar had a concubine. As a result, the senior scholar's main room was jealous, and secretly asked the housekeeper to lead someone to throw her into the backyard well in the middle of the night. When the senior scholar found out the next day, she was already dead, so he hurriedly asked for the body to be salvaged. Guess what?"

Jia Zhang's eloquent and emotional narration, as if he saw it with his own eyes, fascinated several people.

"Mr. Jia Zhang, don't be too tight-lipped, just speak quickly."

"That's right, my emotions are ready, so you just listen to this?"

Seeing everyone's curiosity aroused, Jia Zhang felt complacent. It seemed that his basic skills in words were not in vain. This group of people was fooled so quickly.

So he coughed lightly twice, and continued:
"What happened next is too evil. I'm afraid you won't be able to accept it. That's fine. I can't talk about feudal superstition. Otherwise, if someone reports it, it will be troublesome. It's getting late. I'm going back to prepare dinner."

Everyone looked at the sun at more than three o'clock outside, and then at Jia Zhang who was about to leave, and immediately quit.

"Jia Zhang, you can't leave until you finish talking!"

"That's right, whether you're superstitious or not, we old sisters can chat casually, you don't need to go online, if someone dares to report it, everyone will go to her house and scold her for a week."

Seeing the enthusiasm of the crowd, Mrs. Jia Zhang couldn't hold back any more, and continued:
"Okay, since you are willing to listen, then I will tell you about this secret history. The Grand Scholar was anxious and angry when he heard the news, and he didn't care to trouble his wife. For three days and nights, no one was alive, no dead body was seen. In a fit of anger, the university scholar wrote a letter of divorce and divorced his wife. I heard that the main wife hanged himself on the night when he received the letter of divorce! Since then, In this courtyard, people die every now and then, and the academicians eventually die in depression, and some people even heard two women arguing at night."

When everyone heard what Jia Zhang said, they opened their mouths in surprise.

"No, how can there be a well in your yard?"

"That's right, Mrs. Jia Zhang, your ability to make up stories is getting better and better now, you can just open your mouth to talk nonsense."

Hearing that everyone didn't believe it, Jia Zhang was a little displeased.

"If you don't believe in it, what's the benefit of me lying to you? This courtyard house changed owners later, and they didn't know it at first. The old lady died the night they moved in, and the whole family was so scared that they moved out the next day. Good stubble, the old lady couldn't die in vain, so she found an eminent monk on the Miaofeng mountain in the west of Beijing to do a ritual, and filled up the well, and then lived in peace, the old monk said when he left , his magic power can seal the soul of a grievance at most, counting the time, it will be almost exactly one jiazi in the twelfth lunar month, do you think our courtyard is a haunted house?"

"Jia Zhang, is this true?"

"Of course it's true, otherwise why so many people died in our courtyard recently?"

Hearing that others were dubious, Jia Zhang immediately said firmly.

"Since it's a haunted house, why do you still live there?"

Jia Zhang sighed, and said helplessly:
"I can't do anything about it. There are only two houses in my house. If I move out, I can only sleep on the street. I heard that this haunted house is a reincarnation. It only takes the lives of three men and three women each time, and at most one more man will die." A woman, there are so many women in the courtyard, it may not be me who died, they are all so old, I also see it, so let's die."

After hearing Jia Zhang's words, everyone immediately stood on the spot.

"Is this true or not?"

"Jia Zhang, who doesn't know that you cherish life the most, I don't believe you are not afraid of death."

"That's right, Mrs. Jia Zhang, you're making fun of us again today."

"Hey, I said, old sisters, I told you all the secret history of the courtyard house. I only found out about it after my son's death. Well, if two more people die, you will know that what I said is true, that's all, I'll go back first."

After Jia Zhang finished speaking, a life-and-death look appeared on his face, he shook his head, turned around and left, leaving everyone with endless reverie