unlucky ghost

Tan Zi really touched his face, and saw that the three of them were lying in, so he picked a dry place outside to sit.

The moon in the sky was like a jade plate, and it slowly jumped from the tip of the house to the sky, and the silver thread poured down, shining brightly on the face of the little white face.

Under the light of the moonlight, the eyebrows and nose were covered with a layer of shadow, and the face looked extraordinarily deep and handsome.

Tanxi looked down at herself again, the white robe was crumpled and covered with dirt, and compared to that little white face, it was him who was down and out at this time.

"Hey, big brother, wake up..." The little beggar suddenly stuck out his head again, holding onto the low door frame and whispering towards Tan Zishi.

"Big brother, big brother..."

After yelling again, Tan Zishi slowly opened his eyes, and glanced at the little beggar. "do what?"

"They are all asleep, come and sleep with me." The little beggar raised his hand and pointed to his side, "I am small, it doesn't matter if I squeeze."

When Tanzi heard the words, he stood up shamelessly, slapped his buttocks and got in.

The kennel was quite big, as tall as a person, and the floor was covered with a thick quilt of torn cotton wool.

Tanzi got in shamelessly, and slept next to the little beggar on the outermost side, squeezing him tightly against his father.

After Tan Zishi gradually fell asleep, the little beggar's father was sound asleep. He thought the little beggar was too tight, so he raised his hand and patted the little beggar's face, pushing the little beggar onto Tan Zishi.

The little beggar smacked his mouth, moved his body, shrank into a ball just nestled in Tan Zishi's arms, then snorted in satisfaction, and fell asleep again.

Early the next morning, when the little beggar woke up, Tanzi had already left.

When the three of them walked to the street, they saw Tan Zishi in plain clothes sitting alone by the side of the road.

Passing young women pointed at him from time to time, and some stopped to look at him more, and kindly put two copper coins in front of him, shaking their heads and sighing, "It's a pity..."

The little beggar's father knocked him on the head, and said in a low voice: "Don't talk to this fool again."

The little beggar pouted, and sat down beside his father, not daring to speak again.

The four of them, together with a ghost, sat like this all morning. When it was almost noon, the pile of copper coins in front of Tan Zishi turned out to be more than those of the three beggars, and the passing women threw money on the ground from time to time.

Tan Zishi raised his eyes and looked at the sky. Seeing that the three-day deadline was approaching, he felt a little anxious, so he hooked his fingers at the little beggar.

The little beggar looked at the two adults at the side, saw that the two were kneeling on the ground and kowtowing to the passers-by, so he tiptoed to Tan Zishi. "What do you want me to do, big brother, do you still have steamed stuffed buns? Yunhu is hungry. My dad said that he will buy steamed stuffed buns for me later."

The little beggar raised his nose in grievance.

Tan Zishi smiled narrowly at him, pinched his dirty face with his hands, and asked, "Yunhu, tell big brother, are you thick-faced?"

The little beggar touched his face, poked it with his fingers, and said with a chuckle, "I... I don't think it's thick, but my father and the others say I have the thickest skin."

Tan Zishi squeezed his face again, and said with a smile, "I also think your face is thick."

The little beggar pinched his face stupidly again, nodded and said, "Brother, I listen to you, you say I have a thick face, but I have a thick face, hehe..."

The little beggar smiled, revealing a mouthful of gleaming white teeth.

Tanzi smiled falsely, touched the little beggar's messy chicken nest head with his hand, and whispered in the little beggar's ear.

"How about it? If you are willing to help me, I'll buy you buns to eat, and I'll buy you a house, so you and your father don't have to sleep in the kennel anymore."

The little beggar suddenly straightened his face, and said seriously: "My house is not a kennel!"

Tan Zishi brought the hand that touched his head to his nose and smelled it, rubbed that hand on his clothes, frowned and said, "Your house is not a kennel, what is it?"

"Yes... yes..." the little beggar was dumbfounded, and he hesitated, "My home is my home, it's not a kennel anyway!"

"Um..."

Tanzi hurriedly covered his mouth, and said "shh" with his index finger in front of his mouth, afraid of being heard by the other two beggars, he lowered his voice, "Okay, okay, your house is not a kennel."

Only then did the little beggar obediently shut up.

"How is it? You don't want to eat buns and live in a big house. Didn't you say you have a thick skin?" Tan Zishi continued to persuade.

The little beggar lowered his head, looked at the tiptoes with his toes exposed, and then looked at the two pitiful adults kneeling on the ground. "Okay, I'll help you, then you have to hook me up first, don't lie to me."

"You ate all the steamed stuffed buns yesterday. I'm a good person. Don't you believe in big brother?"

The little beggar grabbed his hand, hooked Gou Tanzishi's little finger with his black finger, and then he felt relieved, and said, "My father said that sometimes good people don't mean what they say, so just talk to him." Like my mother."

Tan Zishi's face twitched, he squeezed his face and said, "Hurry up, the more pitiful you are, the better. If the matter is done, I will be rich, and then you can do whatever you want."

Hearing this, the little beggar happily ran up to the two adults and said, "Father, I want to pee."

His father glared at him and told him to get out of here.

The little beggar got the order, and trotted to the street, scooped up a handful of water from a large water tank by the side of the road, wiped his face indiscriminately, and then rolled on the spot where the noise of people was the loudest in the market. Come on, roll around and howl like ghosts and wolves.

As soon as the little beggar left, Tan Zishi picked up a pile of copper coins on the ground, wrapped them in his clothes, and poured them all into the old beggar's broken porcelain bowl.

Tan Zishi walked to the entrance of a small alley, picked up a handful of black mud on the ground with his hand, smeared his face indiscriminately, rubbed the corner of his robe, and rubbed the clothes more and more ugly, finally knelt down against the corner of the wall.

Tan Xi stood aside in the shadows, leaning against the wall with folded arms, watching what kind of moth he was going to make again.

After about a quarter of an hour, the little beggar came over crying, followed by several richly dressed elders.

"This is my son. His father died a few days ago, and the house was caught in a fire by a thief these days. Now he even has no money for the burial of our master. Huh..."

The little beggar was crying while talking, crying as if his father had died. "I also hope that all the elders will do well, buy my son's land deed, and help my son."

"Which mansion does your young master belong to?" A master in dark red satin asked.

"This...my son...is...is..."

"Tanfu." Tanzi didn't lift his head.

"Tanfu...why does it belong to Tanfu, alas, this..."

"Tan Mansion? The one who was engaged to the Liu family before and then divorced?"

"Yes, yes, the fire was very miserable a few days ago..."

"This... I don't think this can help..."

"how?……"

"Let's go, alas..."

Several elders put their heads together, muttered for a while, then walked away shaking their heads and sighing.

The little beggar hurriedly chased after him, "Master, master, please do me a favor and help my young master."

The elders flicked their sleeves, waved their hands, and drove away in the carriage.

The little beggar ran after the carriage for a while, but when he couldn't catch up, he turned back, only to see a middle-aged man in plain clothes standing in front of Tan Zishi and talking.

This middle-aged man came here from other places to do silk business, just now he saw the group of elders running away one after another, he didn't know the reason, but he felt that this young man was really pitiful, so he went up to inquire.

The man asked him to take out the title deed. If it was really as pitiful as he said, he might as well do a good deed and give him a thousand eighty-two, just as a good deed.

Tanzi was about to reach into his pocket to take out the land deed, when suddenly there was a burst of firecrackers in the street, followed by the sound of suona, and a group of mourners came slowly from the downtown.

Five or six men in mourning clothes walked in the front, followed by a large group of maidservants, supporting each other and weeping, and at the end followed a group of strong servants, who together carried a nanmu coffin, that's all. Walking over in a mighty manner, wherever he went, pedestrians gave way one after another and stopped to watch.

Tanzi was stunned for a moment, his hands froze in his arms.

Seeing him stunned, the middle-aged man said with concern: "Young master, didn't you just say you wanted to sell the land deed, but you couldn't find the land deed?"

Tan Zi really came back to his senses, and put back the title deed in his hand.

Seeing the group of people getting closer and closer, Tan Zishi stood up, bowed to the man, clasped his hands and said, "Thank you, master, for willing to save the money, but unfortunately today, the land deed is not with me, so we can only wait for another day. "

After all, he ran away without looking back.

The little beggar was dumbfounded, and hurriedly chased after him, "Hey, big brother, wait for me..."

Tanxi looked into the funeral procession, only to see that the leader was Liu Xunzhou.

Tanxi's heart skipped a beat, no wonder Tanzi ran away as if he had seen a ghost, because he was afraid that people would recognize him.

At night, Tan Zishi followed the little beggar and his party back dejectedly.

The little beggar licked his fingers, slowed down, stood side by side with Tan Zishi, pulled his fingers, and asked, "Big Brother, why are you running so fast today? I have short legs, so I can't keep up with you."

Tan Zishi withdrew his hand from his dirty little paw, and said nothing.

"Big brother, are you a coward like my father?"

"Crack!" His father turned around and gave him a chestnut.

"You son of a bitch, don't ask you to talk nonsense, you still talk! No matter how talkative your mother is, don't feed me tomorrow."

"Oh..." The little beggar half-closed his eyes in fright, covered his head and hid behind Tan Zishi.

The group walked for a while, and the little beggar took Tan Zishi's hand again, and said, "Big brother, you said you wanted to buy me steamed stuffed buns. You don't know how to count your words, do you?"

Tan Zishi shook off his paw again, and said angrily, "Shut up, I'll give you some buns if things don't work out."

The little beggar covered his mouth and dared not speak any more.

A group of people turned into the alley, and under the shadow of the moon not far away, there was a man in white standing vaguely. At first glance, he looked like a ghost.

When Tan Zishi and his group approached, the man in white suddenly waved his hand, and three nimble servants jumped out of the shadows, and before Tan Zishi could react, they all beat him to the ground.