The stall was exposed to 6000 million

Chapter 266

As soon as I heard that it was going to be broadcast live to catch tricks (the sensitive words are too serious now, ghosts will use this trick in the future.)
All the people in the live broadcast room were happy.

"I'll go, it's so awesome. The master's live broadcast room is full of mudslides. Let's flash a rocket first to show our support."

"Really, this trick has been said for thousands of years, whoever has seen it, it's really interesting."

Zhang Jingchun smiled: "Okay, if you have the guts to watch the live broadcast tonight, I promise to give you a different experience."

As soon as Hua Weiqun thought of something, she said to Zhang Jingchun: "Master, to tell you the truth, my father knows how to tell stories before, why don't you ask my father to tell you one?"

When Zhang Jingchun heard it, he smiled immediately: "Of course, it's still early anyway, why don't you let the old man talk about it, and everyone wants to hear it."

When I heard that the old man was going to tell a story, I was overjoyed, and the whole screen was for the old man to tell the story.

As long as the children who grew up in the countryside, the most enjoyable thing is to listen to the old man telling stories under the warm sun in winter.

His father in the flower apron is also a very talkative person. After a few words of modesty, he cleared his throat and started talking.

"Dad, pay attention to your image. Do you see that there are nearly 3000 people on this phone?"

When he heard that there were 3000 people watching him on the phone, the old man became a little nervous.

"Ah, 3000 people, if these 3000 people are standing in front of me, they won't be half a street person?"

At this time, the old man was also a little nervous, so Zhang Jingchun smiled and said, "Don't worry, everyone wants to hear you very much. The old man told a story."

"That's right, Dad, just let it go. Didn't you like listening to storytelling the most before? Now you are just like Mr. Shan Tianfang, who is a big name with thousands of listeners..."

His father is a die-hard fan of Teacher Shan Tianfang, and when he heard that he looked like Teacher Shan Tianfang, he immediately regained his energy.

Sitting upright, the expression on his face became richer.

"Okay, then I'll talk about it, but ah, what I said is not good, and ah, it's all our old stories here, I don't know if you have them there, everyone will just listen to it."

After finishing speaking, the old man thought about it, cleared his throat and started talking.

In other words, it was a long, long time ago, and we don't know the exact year.

Anyway, I also listened to the old people, saying that on a certain day, it seemed to be the weather in June and July, the sun was shining, the scorching sun, everything on the earth was curling up with heat, and the big yellow dog at home was not willing to stay Outside, lie down under a big tree to cool off.

There is a butcher in Lijiazhuang whose surname is Li. Let’s call him Butcher Li.

Oh my god, Butcher Li had a white towel around his neck. Of course, if he said it was a white towel, the color would be the color of dust.

We don't know if it's sweat or oil, anyway, if there is sweat, wipe sweat, if there is oil, apply oil, anyway, the smell is very special...

Upon hearing this, all the people in the live broadcast room and the family present were happy.

I thought to myself that this old man, although he looks simple and honest, is quite interesting when he talks about it.

Zhang Jingchun was also happy at this time. Looking at the feedback from the people in the live broadcast room, I can feel that everyone likes it very much.

It seems that when you are free, it is really good to play live broadcasts frequently, and seeing everyone's enthusiasm for swiping gifts, this should be a lot of money.

The old man continued talking at this time.

Butcher Li is now shirtless, with a big shiny belly, carrying a pick on his shoulders. One basket contains the leftover pigs from the sale, and the other basket contains new clothes for his six-year-old son Heihu. I specially fried a few special food boxes at Wangjiang Tower, which has the best reputation in the market town, and hurried back.

Thinking of the black tiger's sturdy body and its thick head and brain, Butcher Li couldn't help but laugh out loud.

Today is his birthday. If it weren't for his son's birthday, Butcher Li would have sold out the pork in a non-stop manner, and went to Wang Liuzi's small restaurant in the east of the market to order two hot dishes, half a catty of Erguotou, and wine. Satisfied with food, taking advantage of the wine, I drank back home before dark like a fairy.

At this time, it was getting dark, but Butcher Li hurried home quickly.

After a while, I was hot and sweating profusely. I wiped the sweat with a towel, freeed up my other hand and twisted it, and a puddle of water came out.

There is a mass of graves in front of it, and there are two ways for Lijiatun to go to the market in Laolongkou Market Town, which is more than [-] miles away.

A waterway, rowing a boat and going down the river does not require much effort. The river is winding and twists, and it takes a little more time to go ashore at the Zhenxi Wharf in Laolongkou Town.

But it will take a lot of effort to come back. Going upstream, the water is still very fast, and it takes two strong men to paddle continuously in turns.

So although there are a few small boats in the village, most of them are used for fishing in the river.

Most people in the village still go to the market on this narrow dirt road, and the random graves are the only places they must pass.

I don't know when this mass grave was formed. Butcher Li remembered that when he was a child, he would go to the market with his grandfather. His grandfather said that this mass grave had existed since he was a child.

Not only are the Lijiatun people buried here, but those from small households in the surrounding Zhangjiazhai and other villages without ancestral cemeteries are all buried here, and even the ownerless dead in the Laolongkou area have committed a heinous crime and ate the beheading of the executioner. , the public will find a few idle men, wrap them with broken mat sheets, pull them down here, dig a hole in any open space, and bury them.

Butcher Li remembers that in the past, buns in the graves were mainly on the east side of the dirt road. Over time, gradually, large and small graves began to appear on the west side of the road, and the dirt road passed diagonally through the random graves.

The people in the village have little culture and have always been superstitious. Generally, when passing through here, there will be groups of seven or eight people, at least in small groups, and most of them will go to the market during the day when the sun comes out, and return to the village before the sun sets, but nothing happens. A moth.

But recently, I heard that there is some unrest here. Half a month ago, Er Manzi from the village went to the market with a few accomplices, and lost his eyes at the casino. After noon, the fellow villager called him to go home, but he insisted on making money and letting others go first. Said to turn over the book and go to Zhenxima's old bustard to spend the night.

As a result, he lost until it was dark and was chased out by several thugs from the casino Wang Mazi.

He didn't have a dime in his pocket, so he didn't have to think about spending the night with Madam Ma.

I had no choice but to pluck up the courage to go back overnight. I don't know exactly what happened, but the next day when a few people from the village went to the market and passed by the random graves, they found Er Manzi's body lying on a pile of graves. The eyes were round and terrified, and a disgusting yellow mucus flowed from the mouth and nose.

It seemed that he had encountered something terrible before he died, and he died of fright obviously.

(End of this chapter)