Zombie: At the beginning, I was appointed by Uncle Jiu to open the museum

"Old man, what is this place?"

Uncle Jiu drank two large glasses of water, which warmed his stomach, and only then did he have the spirit to ask.

The old man squatted on a small wooden bench, and the space was very small. The four disciples of Uncle Nine and Uncle Simu made a total of five people, which already made the narrow room very crowded.

"This is, ahem! This is Taojiayao."

Hearing that this is the Taojia Kiln, before Uncle Jiu could speak, Uncle Simu was stunned for a moment, "Taojiayao?! Is it the big ceramic town in Xiangcheng?"

Uncle Simu has been chasing dead bodies all year round. He has traveled far and wide and has seen a lot. He is no stranger to many places.

But seeing how dilapidated the yard is, he might still believe that this is Yangcun next to Taojiayao, but he doesn’t believe that this is Taojiayao!

People in southern Hunan basically know what Taojiayao is. Taojiayao is a big town that produces ceramics. Every household here can make pottery, and the pottery they make is sold all over the world.

Very famous in Shonan area!
The people here are either rich or expensive, basically they are rich people!

How could there be such a dilapidated place in this town? !

Seeing Uncle Simu's doubts, the old man sighed softly and explained, "It was five years ago that the big town that produces ceramics, and today's Taojiayao is such that every household can't even afford a wife." a desolate village."

"How did this happen? I thought back then, when I was young, I bought a lot of good porcelain here, and I made a lot of money when I changed hands. Later, because the customers were so scattered, I couldn't do this, so I had to give up the business of buying porcelain. A road to riches."

"Uncle, have you ever resold pottery?! You are really amazing!"

"That's right! Your uncle has never seen any scene or experienced anything in his life!" The four-eyed uncle started to feel ecstatic again without boasting.

Uncle Jiu rolled his eyes at the few people, and looked at the old man, "Then what happened in the past five years, so that such a big town was reduced to this miserable scene?"

"Harmful! It's not because of the mayor Qian Defu!"

"Five years ago, in order to make money, Qian Defu put his sales on the way of exporting foreigners. Later, he was tricked by the other party. Those foreigners themselves were not good people. They falsely accused us that there was something wrong with our ceramics and asked us to compensate. Under the vicious circle, the town The chief gave all kinds of firing kilns to the other party, and later this place became their place for firing ceramics."

"This is too much! Then you didn't resist?"

"Resist? Those foreigners are using black means. Anyone who disobeys will be arrested and sent to the dock to be a coolie. If they are disobedient, they will be beaten. They forced us to sign unequal terms. People have no chance to resist."

"Until all the oil and water in our place are squeezed dry, and there is no value to be used, then we leave with our hands, and the rest of us can only live with it."

The old man recalled the sad past, his face was sad, and his face was full of sorrow.

"Now in our town, many young men are squatting at home because they are too poor to marry a wife. This has become a heart problem for us old people. For us old people, having no offspring is tantamount to breaking our roots!"

As the old man spoke, he lowered his head and hid his tears with sadness in his heart.

After Wencai finished listening, he felt that the atmosphere was very depressing. In addition, the space in the room was very small. He couldn't help but stood up and wanted to walk around, but found that he could only stand, because several people were sitting with their backs against the wall. There is simply no room to move.

"You old man, if you can't marry a wife, it means that the people here are lazy. In this world, as long as you work hard, you still worry about not being able to marry a wife?"

Everyone was sitting, but Wencai was standing alone, and he really complied with the saying that talking while standing does not hurt your back.

Except for the old man, all the others looked at Wen Cai in unison. Wen Cai blushed and sat down consciously.

All of these people here are qualified to say this sentence, but your writing is not qualified.

You are hardworking, but where is your daughter-in-law?

As seniors, Uncle Jiu and Uncle Simu didn't have the nerve to point him out in person, so Qiu Sheng was rude, he glanced at Wen Cai, and immediately laughed, "Wen Cai, there are many factors for not being able to marry a wife, it seems that it's not just hard work, Looks are also important, for example.”

"Get lost!" Wen Cai pissed Qiu Sheng angrily, and sat down resentfully.

It seems that he is talking too much.

At this time, a lazy young man's voice sounded outside the door, "Father, why are you still up?"

While talking, a young man in his early twenties walked in, his sleepy eyes obviously just woke up.

It may also be woken up by the voices of several people, after all, the sound insulation effect of this dilapidated house is not very good.

After walking into the house, I realized that there were so many people in my house, "Father, who are they?"

Seeing his son coming, the old man stood up with difficulty dragging the table, went to the young man and helped him in, and tried to help his son to sit down, but found that there was no place to sit.

Han Feng stood up from his seat and made room for him. The old man helped his son to sit down.

The young man looked about to be in his early twenties. He looked fair and clean, but he looked a little weak. He seemed to be in poor health. Han Feng deduced that he must be suffering from some kind of illness.

Otherwise, it would be impossible for such an old father to help him.

After helping his son to sit down, the old man introduced, "This is my only son Aqiang, Aqiang, these are Jianghu Taoist priests, come to rest with us."

"Oh, everyone is polite." A Qiang was very polite. Although he was not feeling well, he stood up and greeted Han Feng and the others.

Han Feng and the others also nodded politely at him.

"Aqiang, you are not feeling well, you should not sit for too long, go back and rest!" Aqiang didn't sit for a while, the old man urged him up.

After sending Aqiang away, Uncle Jiu and others also went to the only room left in the yard. It was deserted and empty, and it was indeed a big shop with simple straw mats on the floor. Individuals are not a problem.

Due to the limited conditions, a few people didn't even wash up, and lay down to rest with their clothes on.

In the dark room, the moonlight coming in through the broken windows shone on the five round heads.

Several people opened their eyes, but no one spoke.

Han Feng turned his head and glanced at Uncle Jiu beside him, who was thinking about something with his eyes open and his arms on his pillow.

I couldn't help asking, "Master, do you suspect that the paper-wrapping female ghost we met on the road is related to this Taojiayao?"

Uncle Jiu squinted at Han Feng, and loved this apprentice very much, "Yes, although the paper-tie ghost was wiped out by your uncle, the people behind the manipulation will not give up, they will definitely continue, wait Tomorrow, I'll play the old man's tone again and see if he says anything."

Finding someone to secretly manipulate and marry a paper doll, this kind of thing is usually not brought out.

Uncle Jiu asked tentatively a few times just now, but the old man avoided him intentionally or unintentionally.

He deliberately didn't answer Uncle Jiu's question.

"Afeng, what do you think?"

"This disaster is really hard to say, master, the old man's son is still growing up, even if he is a little sick, I don't think it should be a problem to find a wife. If he really can't marry a wife, then there is probably something wrong with him .”

Ninth Uncle: "..."

After Han Feng finished speaking, Uncle Jiu fell silent. He always felt that something was wrong, but he couldn't find a reason to refute.