The Folk Song of the Qingquan Case in the Northern Song Dynasty

There is one biggest flaw in cleaning up this person—having a stupid and strong curiosity.

He quickly broke off the pine branches, poked the window paper several times, and finally poked a small hole.Qianqing bowed to peek, and a white hot steam was faintly visible inside a pot, and the hot steam filled the room.He looked up in surprise.There is a chimney on the house, but no gas comes out of the chimney.

Is there no one watching this pot?

Bursts of meaty aroma penetrated into his nostrils.Simmering on low heat can last for a long time, and it is no problem if no one is watching the pot.

Qianqing's eyes hurt from the smoke, he closed his eyes and opened them again, looking carefully, he saw that there were all pots and pans in the kitchen, and there were some unknown herbs on the table.Sniffing carefully again, the broth is indeed mixed with the smell of medicine, probably mixed with spices such as bay leaves and tangerine peel, the more it is stewed, the more fragrant it becomes.

There is an old door in one corner of the house, which seems to be connected to the hall.

Qianqing went to the entrance of the hall again and used the same pine branch to cut through the window, and continued to peek.This hall is not a hall, but a bedroom.The furnishings are all red, an old dark red mixed with lifeless gray.The beds are old and not like the ones from this dynasty.Qian Qing moved his gaze to the surroundings again.The walls are covered with moss, cobwebs and the like.

The furnishings are very old, there are no chairs that were popular in the Song Dynasty in the room, and the bed is not what it is today.Gan Qing was surprised, could it be that the ancient house was not built?

His clean heart was instantly filled with doubts, and he walked to the end of the toilet again.The latrine seemed like no one had been there, but it smelled bad.The thatch is dilapidated, and the rough wooden pillars and beams seem to be good materials, but they are rotten due to the long-term humidity.Ganqing held back his disgust and pushed the door of the toilet, but it was so strong that he couldn't open it.

Is there anyone in there?

He squatted down and looked at the toilet from the bottom, it was pitch black and he couldn't see anything.He jumped up like a monkey again, climbed up the wall and looked through the gap in the roof, hoping to see something terrible.

However, nothing.

Ganqing jumped off the wall, patted his clothes, thankful that the toilet was the same, secretly relieved, and a little disappointed.He turned around and walked away. He had just taken a few steps when he heard a "bang".

Qianqing turned around suddenly.

He was sure that the sound came from inside the house.Gan Qing quickly ran back and put his ear against the thick wall, listening carefully.However, apart from the muffled sound just now, there was no other sound.

Qian Qing felt unhappy, and secretly laughed at himself for being suspicious.It’s just a dilapidated house, what’s there to see——

He wandered about the village until noon.The sun in winter is not scorching, but warm and pleasant.

The mute came from the river.She was carrying a basket of washed clothes, and smiled slightly, with bright eyes and white teeth, fresh and moving.In the sun, the long black hair was pulled up casually, and a long section was draped over the blue and white flower-bottomed shirt like satin.She walked to Qianqing with a smile, saluted, and left with light steps.

She seems to be the cool breeze in summer, the fragrance of sweet-scented osmanthus in September, and the sound of the ancient zither in the mountains and rivers.Qianqing smiled and watched her leave.I thought to myself, maybe it is the lack of regret that made the beauty.

Qianqing didn't know at this time that beautiful things can never stay.

Lunch is still a small dish that people gather in the hall and eat.Qian Qing looked at Qu Ze from time to time.Her foot was injured, and she could have eaten directly in the house, but she would try to eat it out.The two looked at each other for a long time, and rarely spoke.

Today's meal, the two seats are next to each other.Qian Qing looked at Qu Ze, intending to make it clear at once.

"I'm sorry about Fu Shangxing," Gan Qing said in a low voice, and took a few mouthfuls of rice, "If I can stop..."

Qu Ze was taken aback, and put down the bowl and chopsticks in his hand.

"Young Master Yi told me all about it. Since I have entered Xia's family, how can I blame you. As for my husband," Qu Ze lowered his head, his lips turned white, "he has his own choice."

Qian Qing said nothing.

"What are you talking about? What choice?" Shui Yun approached and asked with a smile.

Qu Ze remained silent.At this moment, a hoarse voice came from a distance, hoarse and unpleasant, but mixed with laughter, like the last song of a person who is about to die:

........................

snow covered east village

Hades came to this house

The rich man suddenly broke his neck

The girl ate the stake

Second child dropped the broth pot

The boss is soaking in the pool by the forest

Old Si hangs himself in the forest by the temple

The third child repents and rebuilds the village

Lao Wu is living a normal life

he doesn't understand-

who killed his wife

........................

Hearing this song, everyone fell silent suddenly, and the food on the table seemed to be completely cold in an instant.Gan Qing only felt that the folk songs were ugly and weird, and seeing that everyone was silent, he broke the silence: "What's the matter—"

"It's Granny Meng." Hei Hei lowered his head in a low voice, and secretly glanced at Feng Jiuniang.

Ganqing also looked at Feng Jiuniang, only to see that she was unhappy, and said coldly and angrily: "I'm afraid I'm hungry. Sing, sing, sing every day! She still thinks she's singing and marrying someone? Don't look in the mirror!"

What Feng Jiuniang said was really too much.Several juniors lowered their heads, only Shui Yun looked up as if wanting to argue for Granny Meng.However, Qian Qing didn't raise his head.He knew that the relationship between mother-in-law and daughter-in-law has always been known to be fickle, so he didn't have to wade into this muddy water, he just lazily said: "Just send some food to the old man." After saying that, he gave Hei Hei a wink.

Hei Hei understood, and immediately put some food on the plate and wanted to take it away, but was stopped by Feng Jiuniang with an unhappy face: "Forget it, you can't handle that old woman, I'll just go."

She snorted coldly, opened the door abruptly and went out.

This really spoiled the atmosphere, and everyone seemed to be in no mood to eat—except to get rid of it.He was still eating slowly, and when he glanced into the distance, Feng Jiuniang had gone far away, so he put on an excited expression.

"Tell me, what is that folk song about? Why is it so weird?"

Qu Ze bit his lip and said, "Sounds scary."

Shui Yun was about to open his mouth, but Hei Hei said, "It's just a village folk song, it's meaningless."

Clean and unhappy.Hei Hei was the smartest among these people, she was reluctant to talk about it, and she probably couldn't ask any questions.But Wu Bai looked at Qianqing, and said in a proud but childish voice: "Grandma Meng is the wife of Grandpa Situ. Her talent and learning are no less than that of the teacher, and she can write well. She was originally People from the city, everyone is a lady, and they came to the village later."

After Wu finished his vernacular, he gave him a black look and thought he was talking too much.

Qian Qing was secretly surprised, Wu Bai's words became even more weird.Since Granny Meng is young and talented, why did she marry deep in the mountains?

Wu Bai ignored the dark eyes, and mentioned his master, his little white face flushed with excitement again: "Grandpa Situ is also an extremely intelligent person, he knows medical skills, but he died early. My grandfather saved them in the early years. Two people, they came to the village to teach and treat diseases."

Shuiyun interrupted: "I don't know if it's true or not. How do we know about the people and things of their generation? Besides, the villagers have become like this now, no matter what—"

Shui Yun was straightforward, but Wu Bai was annoyed.He blushed and wanted to argue with Shuiyun, but Mute silently poured water for everyone.Just when Qian Qing was in a daze, Hei Hei glared at Shui Yun.But Shuiyun became displeased: "That folk song is weird, and the story is also weird! Why don't you let outsiders tell it? I just want to say, what can you do to me!"

Heihei sighed, it was a tacit consent.

Qu Ze was startled: "Folk songs... and stories?"

Shuiyun shouted: "That's the origin of this village. The stories... We also heard them inexplicably, seeming to be true. We grew up listening to folk songs, and pestered the elders to tell stories, so we learned about it."

Hearing this, Ganqing held his chin in great interest and said, "Let's hear it, it's really not true, it's just for fun."

It was dark outside the house, as if dark clouds had come again, covering the sun.The mute got up and lit the oil lamp, and the room was brightened instantly.Everyone gathered around the table, in this situation, Gan Qing felt like listening to a story.

At best, a horror story.

Shui Yun simply smiled: "Don't take it seriously. This story has to be counted, it is..."

"A long time ago." Wu Bai hurriedly said.

Shui Yun nodded again and again: "The story has to start with the five brothers."

Hei Hei shook his head: "We should start with that weird rich man."

The three of you said something to each other, and after talking for a while, they really started to tell the story.

This story is an extension of the content sung in the folk songs.At this time, Qianqing only vaguely knew that this was a story about five brothers, a rich man, a beautiful woman, and this village.

It is Shuiyun who tells the story.And Heihei said the last irrelevant sentence before the story.

"It's just a legend, don't take it seriously."

Qianqing nodded like a chicken pecking rice, but he didn't know that the horror and absurd things that happened in this village in the future were all related to this story.

Shuiyun cleared his throat and began to tell this strange story.

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