unlucky ghost

Most of Qiyao's shiny hair was scorched, and his whole body was black and very embarrassed. When he saw Jiang Han, he threw off the little pigeon and ran towards him, rubbing his face against the back of his hand, mouth dripping Drooling.

At noon, only Wen Zhong, Jiang Han, two servants and a horse were left in Nuo Da's Tan Mansion.

Tan Zishi sat alone in the tent, with the sandalwood abacus that was said to be passed down from his ancestors in his hand, and several thick account books spread out in front of him.

"Master... don't forget it, I'm afraid..." Jiang Han stood at the door, hesitating to speak, not knowing whether he should persuade him or not.

Tanzi couldn't hear it like a wooden man, he kept beating his abacus, and said without raising his head for a long time: "I know, I'm calculating the debt outside, my father..."

Tan Zishi's voice became hoarse, "It's only natural to pay back debts. My father said that he told me not to keep my promises."

Qi Yaoma stood behind Jiang Han, sticking out his tongue and licking his palm.

After an unknown amount of time, Tan Zishi sighed and put down his abacus, staring blankly at the thick pile of account books in front of him.

Jiang Han turned around and patted Qi Yao, before retreating quietly.

When the sun was about to set, Wen Zhongcai came back from the outside, found the tent, stood in front of Tan Zishi with a frown, and said: "There is not much money in the bank, and the goods were just deposited a few years ago, and now I still owe the Liu family 5000 taels." , Several other banks have also credited nearly ten thousand taels, so it may be difficult to borrow money now."

After Wen Zhong finished speaking, Tan Zishi let out a light "huh", then lowered his head and looked through the accounts.

"The yamen..." Wen Zhong continued with a look of embarrassment on his face, "the yamen guards stopped him from beating drums, and he didn't ask to see the county magistrate. The evidence is all over the place, and his yamen can't handle it...that cunning dog official, his mouth is smeared with lard, it's very slippery..."

Tanzi sat there blankly, not knowing where to look.

forty

When the dusk falls, the lanterns outside the slumped high walls of the Tan Mansion begin to come on.

Full of remorse, Tanxi squatted at the door of the mansion and fanned her ears.

When Jiang Han found the tent, he didn't see Tan Zishi, so he was busy looking for someone in the mansion.

When I found the West Yard where only one ancestral hall was burned down, I saw that the dark gate of the ancestral hall was wide open, and there were only three or two slender incense sticks with a few sparks on them.

Tanzi was kneeling in front of the hall motionless.

Jiang Han held a food box in his hand and said, "Master, let's eat something."

Seeing that he didn't answer, Jiang Han walked up behind him, put the food box at his feet and backed out.

Tanzi knelt in the ancestral hall for a long time, and when he came out from the veranda, Wen Zhongjianghan and the two servants had been waiting in the courtyard for a long time.

Seeing him, the little pigeon rushed up to meet him, held his arm and said, "Master, are you alright?"

Tan Zishi took a look at him, withdrew his arm from his hand, walked straight to the door of the room, turned around and said to the group of people behind him, "It's all gone."

After all, there was no movement after entering the door.

The little pigeon immediately wiped away tears, and cried to Qin Qing: "He is alone, what should we do in the future?"

Qin Qing sighed helplessly.

Wen Zhong rubbed his reduced belly, went back quietly to pack up the clothes, and when he walked to the gate of the mansion, he patted on the gilded gate and said to himself: "Master Tan, I Wen Zhong asked myself what is wrong with you." The Tan family has no shame, now the Tan family is going to collapse, and I have no power to recover from it, so I can't tell my whole family to starve to death."

After all, he left the gate of Tan Mansion without looking back.

Two red-billed parrots under the eaves fluttered their wings and called out to the little pigeon without knowing it: "Stupid slave, I'm hungry."

Before the other parrot started barking, the window was suddenly pushed open. Tan Zishi grabbed the two cages, threw the two parrots into the yard, and closed the window again.

In the early morning of the next day, Tan Zishi got up to get dressed, opened the door and saw the little pigeon and Qin Qing standing outside the door with arms and legs huddled and waiting.

"Grandfather..." the little pigeon called out aggrievedly.

Tan Zishi glanced at him coldly, and replied, "Yes." Then he walked towards Master Tan's study.

After searching inside for a while, Tan Zishi came out holding a yellowed title deed. Seeing that the two of them were still standing outside the door, he took a piece of jade from his belt and handed it to Qin Qing, saying: " Take him away."

Qin Qing took it, and held it in his palm, not daring to put it on his body.

"Master, you and I grew up together, how can you tell us to just leave now?"

Tan Zishi picked up the jade pendant and stuffed it into Qin Qing's arms, "I don't have anything valuable to offer now, so I pawn this jade pendant, as compensation for all the anger you have suffered from me all these years."

"Master..." Qin Qing wanted to decline, but Tan Zishi pressed his hand.

"Go, take him out, find a livelihood, and don't come back to see me again."

The little pigeon whined and cried, and Tanzi walked away without looking back.

The two watched the pool go far away, Qin Qing patted the little pigeon on the shoulder, and comforted him: "Geve, let's go, he is the most face-saving person, and he is most afraid of people seeing him looking down, if you are really worried about him Just listen to him."

Little Pigeon wiped her red and swollen eyes, nodded, and followed Qin Qing out of the house.

It was the sunset when Jiang Han left.

He was still wearing the crimson water pattern robe he was wearing when he first met him, holding the agate abacus full of water in his hand, walked to the door of Tan Zishi's room, buttoned it three times, and said: "Master."

There was no movement inside.

Jiang Han smiled, and said in a low voice: "Master, this agate abacus is worth some money, and it would be a waste to put it here, so I left it at the door..."

There was still no sound inside.

"take care……"

Tanxi looked out through the crack of the door, then at Tan Zishi lying on the bed with his hands on his head, and sighed secretly.

I saw that Jiang Han had turned around and left. Looking from a distance, wearing purple clothes seemed to be dizzy in the sky.

In the end, Tan Xi sat beside Tan Zishi's couch and sighed sincerely, "Tan Zishi, Tan Zishi, you are really... ruthless..."

The moon was just right that night, and as soon as the lights were turned on, someone outside kept knocking on the door.

The sound of knocking on the door echoed back and forth in the empty courtyard, making people panic.

Tan Zishi opened his eyes from his sleep, turned over and sat up.

Tanxi followed him out of the room.

Tanzi didn't even light candles, and walked to the gate of the mansion under the silver moonlight, a group of people were banging fiercely, shouting: "Master Tan, Master Tan."

Tanzi actually opened the door a little, and saw a group of people outside.

"Young master Tan, we have been friends with Mr. Tan on weekdays, and the money owed by the family has been delayed for so long. At least the young master came out to say something, so that I can wait until I go back to make business."

"Yes, yes, at least the young master came out to say something..."

Tan Zishi stood inside the door and listened for a while, then turned to the outside and said, "Don't worry, old masters, father's debt will be paid by son, and my father owes it to you. In three days, Tan Zishi will definitely pay you back all the money. If you can trust my Tan family, just go back."

The people outside the door stopped their hands immediately when they heard this, gathered together for a while, and then gradually dispersed.

That night Tan Zishi knelt in the ancestral hall all night again, muttering to himself to his father's ashes.

"Old man, it wasn't me who pissed you off in the end, you raised me for nothing, you think you're unlucky." Tan Zishi smiled.

"You look at me like a prisoner. Don't tell me to go to those dirty places. In the end, I haven't grown into a decent person. Are you..." Tan Zishi paused, his voice hoarse , "Are you not going to die with peace in your eyes, are you blaming me for being useless until you die?"

"Look at the inside of this mansion. Now I have really ruined this huge family business for you. Your whole life's hard work has really been ruined by me."

As he spoke, he laughed bitterly.

"father……"

Standing aside, Tanxi couldn't help sighing, if the father and son could talk so calmly when Master Tan was alive, they wouldn't have any regrets when Yin and Yang were separated.

At dawn, Tan Zishi stood up, straightened his clothes, took out a pouch the size of a purse from his bosom, walked to his father's spirit tablet, and even opened his father's urn.

Tan Xi hurriedly walked over, wondering what this bastard young master was going to do again.

Tan Zishi reached into the box, grabbed the black ashes, carefully put them into the brocade bag, sealed the brocade bag carefully, stuffed it into his arms and left the ancestral hall.

Tanxi walked over to cover the urn, bowed to Master Tan, and said, "I hope you have a spirit in the sky, and protect him more." After finishing speaking, he followed him out of the ancestral hall.

Tanxi was closing the gate of the ancestral hall, but Tan Zishi in front suddenly turned around and stared at the door without blinking.

Tanxi hurriedly stopped her hands, just now she was about to close the door, but she forgot that she is now a ghost, and if she is not careful, she will scare people to death.

Seeing that the door was closed halfway and stopped, Tan Zi was shocked, his face turned pale instantly, touched the ashes in his arms, and said, "Father, are you blaming your son?"

Hearing this, Tanxi hurriedly pushed the door open again.

Tan Zi was so startled that he took a step back, stared blankly for a while, then hurriedly turned around and ran out of the courtyard gate.

After returning to the bedroom to tidy up, Tan Zishi went out with a bundle on his back. When he reached the wing where Jiang Han lived, he couldn't help but glanced inside.

Although it is a warm spring day, the courtyard is in a state of decay. The rare flowers and rare grasses have been trampled to this side, and most of the green bamboo outside the veranda has withered and yellowed. Lost popularity.

Tan Zishi walked slowly to the gate, turned around and slowly closed the gate, staring straight at the plants and trees in the courtyard until the gap between the gate narrowed into a gap.

After leaving Tanfu, the street market outside is a different scene of excitement.

There are many shops, noisy wine shops, peddlers and hawkers hawking along the street, and the main road is bustling with each other. People come and go, mixed with the decadent figures of Tanzi, and they don't know where they are going.

The author has something to say:

When it is fake, it is true and it is false. In fact, it refers to Tan Zishi’s feelings for Jiang Han. It is difficult to distinguish between true and false.

However, although the clicks are bleak, I will still guarantee the end, thank you to everyone who clicked on this article.