The Sick Beauty in the Republic of China

After that, unexpectedly, Yao Jihui didn't directly say anything about Su Xi, but told everyone a legend about paper chariots and paper horses crossing clouds and water.

"This matter, in the early years in the streets and alleys next to Yunshui, it was very popular, and it was only in the last ten years that no one mentioned it."

Zhang Fengliang frowned after hearing this. Unlike the young people in the same room at the moment, he was in his prime ten years ago, and he had been working in Yunchuan, so there was no reason why he would not have heard of such rumors.

Wang Luan also turned to look at Qi Chensheng, who silently shook his head slightly, expressing that he had never heard of it.

But Yao Jihui was not surprised by everyone's reaction, he said: "This matter can be regarded as a secret in our street, so outsiders rarely know about it."

"If we really want to talk about how it arose, we have to push it back another three to forty years. At that time, our land was a little remote, so there were only a few families and a few shops along the river. Among them were A man surnamed Zhao is in the business of funeral and interment, and his ancestral handmade paper figurines are wonderfully tied. But he is about to turn 40, and he has never married a wife, so everyone calls him Laodu Zhao."

Zhao Laodu was also secretly worried, he was afraid that the incense of the Zhao family would be broken here, and he was even more worried that the craft of paper-making would be lost.But someone persuaded him to accept an apprentice, but he refused, insisting on passing it on to his descendants.

After going back and forth like this, there was a rainy summer one year, when he closed the shop at night, he saw a shabby monk walking along the river, so he temporarily closed the door to let him in to hide from the rain.

The monk said that he did good deeds, but he said that no matter how many virtues he has accumulated, it seems that he will be extinct.

The monk said that this descendant was really not in his destiny, but now he has a chance, he can give him a try or there may be a turning point.But——this is a matter of fate after all, and the child may be lacking in the future, and there is no way around it.

Zhao Laodu wanted a son like crazy, so he agreed, but he didn't know what the monk did. Anyway, at the end of the second year, he did have a fat son.

It's a pity that this son was born blind, Mr. Zhao searched all over the famous doctors alone, but there was no way to cure him.

Later, the child grew up day by day. Although he couldn't see, he learned how to make paper from his father.People don't call him by his name, they just call him "Blind Zhao" and "Blind Zhao".

Seeing that Mr. Zhao was getting old, the shop was gradually being run by Blind Zhao. Relying on his reputation for craftsmanship, the father and son lived in poverty, but they were able to get by.

Until one day, Mr. Zhao died alone. Blind Zhao naturally organized the funeral for his father, but on the day of the funeral, he suddenly passed out and was unknown for two whole days.

Neighbors and friends only regard him as filial, because the death of his father is too sad, but who knows that after he woke up, he told a few familiar neighbors that he passed out, but went with his father In the underworld, he even negotiated a good deal with the ghost messenger in that underworld.

When others heard this, they were naturally dubious and asked him what kind of business it was?

Blind Zhao said that the ghost messenger saw that he was good at making paper, so he told him that there was a shortage of chariots and horses in the underworld, and asked him to make more. Go, Lord Hades must be rewarded.

He also said that at this time the ghost messenger asked him to keep it secret again and again, but he felt that he was usually taken care of by his neighbors as a blind man, and he didn't want to make this fortune alone.Besides, no one should disturb the carriages and horses traveling on the waterway, so Tete told everyone that it would be convenient for the carriages and horses to avoid the river that night.

This is absurd, how could Lord Yan be short of chariots and horses?However, many of those people living near the water believed it, and even gave money to Blind Zhao one after another, as their own chariots and horses donated to Hades.

Those who believed seemed to be sincere, while those who didn't believe were gradually infected. Although they didn't donate chariots and horses, they didn't dare to speak nonsense.

Until the night when the gate of hell was closed, Blind Zhao really placed a large number of paper chariots and horses by the river, and there were even many paper figurines driving the chariots.

Everyone felt that it was novel, but they didn't dare to approach it. They just looked at the whiteness on the shore from a distance.

And in the middle of the night, Blind Zhao started humming a tune while throwing paper carts, horses, and people into the clouds and water.

Those who are brave enough to open the window a small slit will see that the originally very light paper bundle sank half as soon as it entered the water, as if an invisible ghost sent them to the water in the dark water. Pull down.

When all the paper bundles were in the water, Blind Zhao took a long pole and drove the paper carts and horses with the water. He walked along the river bank alone, still humming that weird song, in the empty space. Echoes in the streets and alleys.

"Blind old man, open the gate of ghosts, paper carts and paper horses pass through clouds and water, the King of Hades will smile when he sees it..."

After that night, those who donated paper carts and horses really became rich, and everyone spread the word that the king of Hades really paid for it.

For a while, other residents in the street also approached Blind Zhao one after another, but Blind Zhao told them that the gate of hell is only opened once a year, and they have to wait until next year if they want to donate cars and horses.

Furthermore, this matter must not be spread out, if it offends Lord Yan, it will be a fatal matter.

In this way, when the gate of hell is closed every year, it has become a custom in this street to use paper cars and paper horses to cross clouds and water.

"It wasn't until about ten years ago that Blind Zhao suddenly went crazy, and then it stopped abruptly." Yao Jihui sighed deeply, finishing those old stories.

"But what does this have to do with Su Xi?" When everyone was still thinking, Zhang Mao suddenly asked, "Is Su Xi the weaver in your workshop?"

Rarely, this time Qi Chensheng did not dislike Zhang Mao's talkativeness, but followed Yao Jihui, waiting for his answer.

Yao Jihui nodded, still didn't want to mention that name, but in front of Qi Chensheng, he had to say: "Yes, she was indeed the weaver in our workshop back then."

"Her weaving skills are extremely skillful, and she is also very good-looking, but it's a pity..."

"What a pity?" Wang Luan asked aloud.

"It's a pity... Ten years ago, for some reason, she insisted on going back to her hometown." Yao Jihui sighed and shook his head: "At that time, my mother was still in charge of the house, maybe because she saw that it was not easy for her as a girl, she was allowed to go home." After leaving, I also gave a lot of rewards."

"But the girl doesn't know what happened. She didn't leave after so many good days, but she chose to leave on the night when the gate of hell was closed."

Wang Luan frowned, this matter is indeed strange, not to mention how the day is, how could a girl choose to travel at night when she travels at home.

Unless someone pushes her... or she has something to do, then it has to be done.

"What happened to her?" Qi Chensheng didn't care to listen to what Yao Jihui continued to talk about, knocked on the gentleman's stick in his hand, and asked quite directly.

"She, she..." Yao Jihui's face turned pale again, and he said very frightened: "She was dragged into the water by the paper doll on the shore, and drowned alive."

"Maybe he provoked evil, that blind Zhao went crazy not long after."

"Didn't you say that no one is allowed by the river? How do you know she was drowned by a paper doll?" Wang Luan heard something was wrong, so he asked again.

But before Yao Jihui could answer, he heard the sound of "da da da" leather shoes walking outside the door, and the man quickly walked to the door and said approvingly: "Brother, why are you talking about those bluffing things again?" thing."

Wang Luan turned around and saw that it was the second shopkeeper Yao Jifeng who had been busy outside.He changed into a long black gown, but his demeanor was not half rigid, and the golden eyes on the bridge of his nose added a bit of seriousness.

"How does the second shopkeeper know that he is bluffing?" Wang Luan looked at the second shopkeeper, always feeling that his gestures seemed to have stayed abroad.

"Of course it's because we have to believe in science. Those gods and ghosts are all ignorant and superstitious!" Yao Jifeng's attitude was extremely resolute, so resolute... Wang Luan felt that this was just a mask he put on to resist something.

"Second brother, how can you say that?" Yao Jihui was also anxious, and blurted out: "Back then, you clearly saw Su Xi being dragged into the water by the paper figurine!"

It seems that because of the mention of the word "Su Xi", Yao Jifeng's mask appeared a crack for a moment, but he still insisted: "I didn't see anything!"

"This matter has been a nonsense made up by those ignorant people from the beginning to the end. Qi Er Shao don't waste time on it."