The days when the psychic engaged in farming

Lao Guo's home is a standard courtyard building.

Because there are no people living all the year round, the bricks and tiles have been weathered and changed color.

The walls were mottled and rubble rustled.

The yard is a small binary yard, with jujube trees, locust trees and hawthorn trees planted in the courtyard.

The jujubes are crisp and the hawthorns are still green, bringing a little vitality to this quiet courtyard.

Ruan Meng and Yaya walked side by side, and they came to the main hall together.

The door is a high-quality carved wooden door. Because no one has lived in it for a long time and no one has maintained it, the paint on the door has faded and looks weak.

There are no people living in the old house all the year round, so some other things may live in it.

When you are the owner of the house, so are those things.

If you force your way in at this time, it may arouse the opponent's defensiveness and cause unnecessary trouble.

Ruan Meng stood outside the door, knocked on the door three times according to the rules, and said, "Excuse me."

No one answered inside, Ya Ya and Ruan Meng looked at each other, stretched out their hands and pushed open the main door.

The furniture inside is very old, and there is basically not much left.It can be seen that when the family moved, they probably never thought about coming back.

The landscape murals on the walls have long since faded and cannot be seen in their original appearance.

Only a few portraits are still sealed in photo frames, and they can still be seen vaguely.

Ruan Meng wandered around the hall without gaining anything, so he lifted the curtain and went to the inner hall again.

The rooms are furnished in the most traditional way, and there is a long table on top of the kang in the easternmost room, as if someone just used it.

Ruan Meng and Ya Ya changed the whole inside, but they didn't see the shadow of that thing.

Yaya couldn't help but said: "Isn't it because I heard that you are coming and moving overnight?"

Ruan Meng shook his head, knowing that Yaya was joking and didn't take it seriously.

To solve the problem, the premise is to find the problem first.

But the biggest problem facing Ruan Meng and the others now is that they still don't know who the instigator is.

This is more troublesome.

Just when Ruan Meng was about to use spells to find that guy, Ya Ya suddenly thought of a way: "I see that the trees outside are quite old, why don't I go out and ask them if there are any clues there?"

Ruan Meng glanced at Yaya in surprise: "They haven't matured yet..."

"It's not a problem for me to be mature or not, but I can try to communicate with plants." Yaya smiled with bent eyes, and strode out.

As if feeling Yaya's breath, even though there is no phoenix yet, the trees twisted their waists vigorously as if to greet Yaya again.

Yaya smiled and gave everyone a response before asking, "Do you know where the foreigner lives here?"

The jujube tree rustled, the hawthorn tree rustled, and all the branches pointed to the pagoda tree on the other side.

There were vertical shaking sounds all around, but the locust tree was quiet and did not make any sound.Just looking closely, you can see that the branches of the locust tree are all bent and pointing to the canopy of his own tree, telling Yaya that what he is looking for is inside.

Yaya whispered to Ruan Meng, and the two walked under the locust tree.

Looking up, I saw a person sitting on it, leisurely smoking a pipe and looking at the sky.

Yaya raised her hand and tapped the trunk, and the locust tree immediately shook its branches.

The man lost his balance, waving his arms and fell to the ground without making a sound.

"Ouch!" The man's first reaction when he came back to his senses was to pick up his cigarette stick, stand up rubbing his buttocks, glance back at the two uninvited guests, and ask, "Who are you?"

Ya Ya was stunned when he heard that, this person didn't speak Chinese at all.

Ruan Meng understood, and replied calmly: "We were invited by the owner of this house to take you back to where you should go."

"Go back?" There was nothing in those blue eyes, and the lips moved, "Where should I go back?"

It turned out to be a blind foreign ghost.

In fact, this ghost doesn't seem to have a lot of resentment, it's just a little confused.

There are ages, so people who are not as good as him can't get rid of him.

However, there are specializations in the art industry, and the main business of Huaguo's masters is still for Huaguo's ghosts.Dealing with foreign ghosts is really not professional, and the language barrier naturally makes it impossible to communicate.

Ruan Meng looked at the young foreign ghost in front of him, and carefully considered his attire.

It is not difficult to judge just by the clothes, this foreign ghost should be a foreigner who came to China to survive in the previous dynasty.

As for his occupation, he was undoubtedly a missionary just by looking at the robe.

He has blue eyes and blonde hair pulled back simply.He is tall and straight, and he can be seen to have received a high education in etiquette.

This kind of missionary, who exudes a gentleman's atmosphere from the bottom of his heart, presumably had a high social status in the past.

Ruan Meng looked at this foreign ghost holding a long bong and smoking Huaguo dry tobacco, nodded to him and asked, "Who are you?"

"Who am I?" The foreign ghost took a puff of tobacco, his handsome face was full of doubts, "I don't remember who I am! So who am I?"

Well, not only is he a blind foreign ghost, but he is also a foreign ghost with amnesia.

Take people's money and people to eliminate disasters.

What Ruan Meng was supposed to do was to send the foreign ghost out of this courtyard. He thought for a while and asked the foreign ghost: "If I can try to help you retrieve your memory, would you like to leave here with me?"

"I am willing." However, the foreign ghost has already nodded happily, "Then I will trouble you."

Lao Guo walked up and down outside the courtyard, laying his ears on the door from time to time to hear the movement inside.

The two young men had been in there for some time, but they haven't come out yet. I don't know what happened to them.

Just when Lao Guo was wondering whether to go in and have a look, the door opened from the inside.

"Sir, what's the matter? Nothing happened, right?" Lao Guo asked immediately.

Ruan Meng shook his head and said with a warm smile to old Guo: "Everything is going well, it's not something that does evil intentionally. I've already brought him out. You can sell this yard without worry."

"Ahhh..." Lao Guo was a little dumbfounded when he heard the words, and he didn't know what to say for a moment, and finally he just kept saying, "Thank you, thank you! By the way, how can I give you the final payment?"

Ya Ya took out a business card and handed it to Lao Guo, pointing to the name of the store on it, and said: "Go to Taobao to search for our store and then place an order. Oh, yes, remember to give a five-star praise, dear..."

Lao Guo stood outside his courtyard, watched Ruan Meng and Yaya leave, and looked back at his old house——

The night is cool, the trees are blown by the wind, rustling...

Bai Hu looked at the foreign ghost sitting on his sofa and couldn't help asking Ruan Meng, "Is this also going to be sold?"

The foreign ghost turned his ears sideways, curiously listening to the sound here.

Ruan Meng shook his head: "No, it's one of the clients. Bazhuo, go and prepare for the surgery, we'll start later."

The foreign ghost didn't reject the fact that he had to undergo surgery, but he was a little embarrassed when he thought of his current situation: "I don't seem to have any remuneration that I can pay you..."

"You don't have to think about it anymore. I just happened to be working on a memory research project recently. I was originally recruiting volunteers. Now we are mutually beneficial, so you really don't have to think about anything else."

"Then thank you very much, sir." When the foreign ghost spoke, he was still holding the bong in his hand, as if he was holding some treasure.

There was no tobacco in the bong for a long time, but the foreign ghost didn't seem to notice it at all, whether he would still take a puff.

The operating room was quickly cleaned up, and the foreign ghost was lying on the operating table, his blue eyes staring straight at the ceiling, still holding the bong in his hand.

Ya Ya helped the foreign ghost to give an anesthesia, and Ruan Meng stood beside the foreign ghost's head with a cinnabar pen and a chainsaw, cutting off the foreign ghost's head.

The cerebral cortex has many special areas, some are responsible for movement, some are responsible for language, and one place is dedicated to memory.

Ruan Meng looked at the dusty memory area, reached out to the octopus and said, "Prepare the cleaning equipment for me."

Naturally, ordinary cleaning fluid cannot be used to clean the brain.

Octopus flipped through the books from the bookshelf and asked Ruan Meng, "Is Mao Zhong special?"

"Try it." Ruan Meng looked at the foreign ghost lying on the operating room and added, "Get some original English version of Marxism, I'm afraid he can't understand Chinese."

"Ok."

Ruan Meng took the faucet to help the foreign ghost clean the cerebral cortex, and carefully sewed up the brain after the memory area became clean.

Looking at the foreign ghost's closed eyes, Yaya opened her mouth slightly: "Can't his eyes be cured?"

Ruan Meng shook his head: "It's a heart disease..."

The foreign ghost had a long, long dream.

In the dream, he was far away from his hometown and came to another country.

But even though they are thousands of miles apart, foreign ghosts are no strangers to this ancient civilization.

The foreign ghost heard from a very young age how rich and luxurious this country with an ancient history is.

They respect and yearn for this country, but greedily want to occupy this country...

After the war broke out, the country with a corrupt ruler inside was simply vulnerable.

They are willing to sacrifice their land, money and various rights in exchange for a moment of peace.

The foreign ghosts have always believed that their own is here to preach.

What he wanted to convey was love and trust, but one day, an elderly Chinese man with a pipe pointed at the foreign ghosts and said they were thieves and robbers.

The foreign ghost wanted to say that what he was spreading was true, but the old man just took a bite: "Bah, a bunch of bad guys."

Since then, foreign ghosts have gone to that alley basically once a day, wanting to prove to the people that what they bring is hope and love.

But one day, when the foreign ghost went again, what he saw was a burning house and corpses all over the ground.

Some Chinese people were not reconciled, and raised their swords and sticks to resist.

But cold weapons are never the opponents of hot weapons, and more and more people were killed or injured.

The foreign ghost wanted to say it shouldn't be like this, but before he could say it, someone chopped him with a knife...

The foreign ghost fumbled for the bong in his hand, and asked with a sigh, "Is there still war in Huaguo?"

Ruan Meng shook his head: "The wind and rain are smooth, and the world is peaceful."

The foreign ghost asked again: "Do the Chinese people believe in hope and love?"

Ruan Meng smiled: "I have always believed, from ancient times to the present. But it has nothing to do with the love of the invaders."

The foreign ghost paused, and laughed at himself: "I should have known..."

Ruan Meng didn't want to say anything more to him in this regard, but just asked: "You can't see with your eyes now, have you considered using a blind guide device?"

The foreign ghost wondered: "What guide device?"

Ruan Meng patiently explained: "It can help you see the road and direct you to walk, such as ear navigation or something."